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Let the people praise Thee, O God ; let all the people praise Thee." 

Psalm lxvii. 8 




<Eam!m'Tige: 3EttbersfHe 3.3ress. 


Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1869, by 

Hurd and Houghton, 

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of 

New York. 





THIS compilation is not intended to supplant 
any collection now in use, but rather to 
serve all Christians by putting in their hands a 
convenient manual, embracing all the best and 
most used Hymns of all branches of the Church 
of Christ. 

Of other books, it must have been generally 
noticed that the larger are cumbered with very 
many hymns, which, because of their meter or 
their lack of poetical or devotional worth, are 
never used. The smaller compilations are either 
sectarian or carelessly made, without regard to 
the wants of Christians generally, and apparently 
with no high standard of excellence. 

In this book the classification has been made 
according to the apostolic category of Hymns, 
and Spiritual Songs, and Psalms. (Col. hi. 16.) 
It was agreed that each Hymn should be a met- 
rical address to God ; that the Spiritual Songs 
should have more latitude of signification, em- 


bracing whatever might be edifying in social 
singing ; and that among the Psalms should be 
admitted many such as should more usually be 
" said " rather than " sung." To the best of the 
knowledge, judgment, and taste of my gifted co- 
worker and myself, the one hundred best Hymns 
have been selected according to their poetical 
excellence, their devotional fervor, and their 
popularity. Sometimes one of these character- 
istics has been so manifest as to secure our ver- 
dict in the absence of the two others ; but in no 
case have we admitted a Hymn which we did 
not believe to be in accordance with " the mind 
of the Spirit," as set forth in the Word of God, 
nor one that might not be sung in all its parts 
by all the people in the service of the sanctuary. 
Among the Spiritual Songs have been inserted 
some which hold their place by their popularity. 
The compilers did not choose to let their stand- 
ard pronounce a final judgment against what 
thousands had found edifying or pleasant ; but in 
no case, it is thought, has this feeling secured 
the admission of what will seem offensive to 
pure taste. The best one hundred Spiritual 
Songs have thus been obtained. The Psalms 
have been called Lyrics, as the former title has 


obtained a specific designation, perhaps some- 
what more narrow than the design of this book. 

The aid of many friends in the several 
branches of Christ's Church is most gratefully 
acknowledged ; but thus generally, because there 
is not space to designate the obligations which 
each kind helper has imposed. Finally, nothing 
was admitted upon which Miss Cary and myself 
did not agree; and if any special favorite is 
missed by any reader, let him know that he has 
the sympathy of each compiler, for each has had 
some pet thing thrown out by what seemed the 
obstinate want of taste or judgment in the other : 
but by this independence of judgment and faith- 
fulness of criticism we believe that we have se- 
cured what we confidently hope the Christian 
world will pronounce, upon the whole, the best 
three hundred devotional poems extant. 

The work has been done with conscientious 
fidelity. At first it was thought quite easy to 
find what was needed. But the labor grew. 
Months have been given to reading, comparison, 
and correspondence ; about twenty thousand 
metrical compositions in English, German, and 
Latin have been examined ; and this book is the 


Having yielded to Miss Cary's importunity 
that this Preface be written in my own name, 
and contain the statement that much of the 
labor has fallen upon my hands, 1 cannot be de- 
nied the pleasure of saying that Miss Cary has 
frequently and carefully reviewed every line of 
this volume with me, and that to her fine poetic 
taste the Christian public must feel indebted for 
much that appears in this book, and perhaps 
still more for what has been excluded. 


' Church of the Strangers, V 
New York, 1869. 


A Charge to Keep. $, JJ ( 

[ByCHAELES "Wesley, bom 170S; died 1788.] 

A CHARGE to keep I have, 
A God to glorify ; 
A never-dying soul to save, 

And fit it for the sky. 
To serve the present age, 
My calling to fulfill, — 
may it all my powers engage, 
To do my Master's will. 

Arm me with jealous care. 

As in Thy sight to live ; 
And 0, thy servant, Lord, prepare, 

A strict account to give. 
Help me to watch and pray, 

And on Thyself rely, 
Assured, if I my trust betray, 

I shall forever die. 

2, 3] HYMNS. 

2 In Memory of Jesus. (j, ]\t, 

By James Montgomery, England, born 1771; died 1854. A paraphrase 
of Luke xxii. 19.] 

ACCORDING to Thy gracious word, 
In meek humility. 
This will I do, my dying Lord, — 
I will remember Thee. 

2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 

My bread from heaven shall be : 
Thy testamental cup I take, 
And thus remember Thee. 

o Remember Thee and all Thy pains, 
And all Thy love to me ; 
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 
Will I remember Thee. 

4 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 
And mind and mem'ry flee, 
When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, 
Jesus, remember me. 

3 Surrender at the Cross. Q, M, 

[By Isaac Watts, D. D., a Non-conformist English minister, born 1074 
died 1726. This hymn was written in 1709.] 

ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed ? 
And did my Sov'reign die? 
Would He devote that sacred head 
For such a worm as I ? 

2 Was it for crimes that I have done, 
He groan'd upon the tree ? 

HYMNS. [3, 4 

Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
And love beyond degree ! 

Well might the sun in darkness hide, 

And shut his glories in, 
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died, 

For man's, the creature's, sin. 

Thus might I hide my blushing face 
While His dear cross appears, 

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
And melt mine eyes to tears. 

But drops of grief can ne'er repay 

The debt of love I owe : 
Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 

'Tis all that I can do. 

4 Morning. L, M, 

[By Bishop Kek, of England, born 166r, died 1711. Written for the Win- 
chester School. The last stanza has probably been sung more frequently 
than any other four lines in the language, and is, by some of the best crit- 
ics, pronounced the finest Doxology in the English tongue.] 

ALL praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, 
And ha?t refreshed me whilst I slept ; 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
I may of endless light partake. 

2 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew : 
Disperse my sins as morning dew, 

Guard my first springs of thought and will, 
And with Thyself my spirit fill. 

3 Direct, control, suggest this day, 
All I design, or do, or say, 

£, 5 J HYMNS. 

That all my powers, with all their might, 
In Thy sole glory may unite. 

4 Praise God from whom all blessings flow : 
Praise Him, all creatures here below : 
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host : 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 


Evening. L, M, 

[By Bisnop Ken.] 

LL praise to Thee, my God, this night, 
For all the blessings of the light ! 

Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
Under Thine own almighty wings. 

2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, 
The ills that I this day have done — 
That with the world, myself, and Thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed ; 
Teach me to die, that so I may 
Rise glorious at the awful day. 

4 O may my soul on Thee repose, 

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close — 
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make 
To serve my God when I awake. 

5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow 
Praise Him, all creatures here below : 
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host : 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 

HYMNS, [6 

Yielding to Love. g, Jf, 

[By Chakles Wesley.] 

AND can I yet delay 
My little all to give ? 
To tear my soul from earth away 
For Jesus to receive ? 

2 Nay, but I yield, I yield ; 

I can hold out no more : 
I sink, by dying love compell'd, 
And own Thee conqueror. 

3 Though late, I all forsake ; 

My friends, my all, resign : 
Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, 
And seal me ever Thine. 

4 Come and possess me whole, 

Nor hence again remove ; 
Settle and fix my wav'ring soul 
With all Thy weight of love. 

5 My one desire be this, — 

Thy only love to know ; 
To seek and taste no other bliss, 
No other good below. 

6 My life, my portion Thou ; 

Thou all-sufficient art : 
My hope, my heavenly treasure, now 
Enter, and keep my heart. 

7] HYMNS. 

7 The New Body. S. M, 

[By Dr. Isaac Watts.] 

AND must this body die — 
This well-wrought frame decay? 
And must these active limbs of mine 
Lie mould' ring in the clay ? 

2 Corruption, earth, and worms, 

Shall but refine this flesh, 
Till my triumphant spirit comes 
To put it on afresh. 

3 God my Redeemer lives, 

And ever from the skies, 
Looks down and watches all my dust, 
Till He shall bid it rise. 

4 Array'd in glorious grace 

Shall these vile bodies shine, 
And every shape and every nice, 
Be heavenly and divine. 

5 These lively hopes we owe, 

Lord, to Thy dying love : 
may we bless Thy grace below, 
And sing Thy grace above ! 

6 Saviour, accept the praise 

Of these our humble songs, 
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise 
With our immortal tongues. 

HYMNS. [8 

Seeing the Invisible. Li Mi 

[By Charles "Wesley.] 

AUTHOR of faith, eternal Word, 
Whose Spirit breathes the active flame, 
Faith, — like its finisher and Lord, 
To-day, as yesterday, the same : — 

To Thee our humble hearts aspire, 

And ask the gift unspeakable ; 
Increase in us the kindled fire, 

In us the work of faith fulfill. 

By faith we know Thee strong to save : — 
Save us, a present Saviour Thou ! — 

Whate'er we hope, by faith we have ; 
Future, and past, subsisting now. 

To him that in thy Name believes 

Eternal life w T ith Thee is given ; 
Into himself he all receives, — 

Pardon, and holiness, and heaven. 

The things unknown to feeble sense, 
Unseen by reason's glimm'ring ray, 

With strong commanding evidence, 
Their heavenly origin display. 

Faith lends its realizing light ; 

The clouds disperse, the shadows fly ; 
Th' Invisible appears in sight, 

And God is seen by mortal eye. 


9, 10] HYMNS. 

9 Adoration. J,, 1[ 

[By Dr. Watts. Let this hymn never be sung to any other tune 
than " Old Hundred."] 

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; 
Know that the Lord is God alone, 
He can create, and He destroy. 

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 

Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; 
And when like wandering sheep we stray'd, 
He brought us to His fold again. 

3 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, 

High as the heavens our voices raise ; 
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 

4 Wide as the world is Thy command ; 

Vast as eternity Thy love ; 
Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand, 
When rolling years shall cease to move. 

10 The Spirit Enlightens. Q t M, 

[By CnABLES Wesj-ey.] 

/^OME, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire ; 
\J Let us Thine influence prove ; — 
Source of the old prophetic fire \ 
Fountain of life and love. 

2 Come, Holy Ghost, for moved by Thee 
The prophets wrote and spoke : 

HYMNS. [10,11 

Unlock the truth, Thyself the key ; 
Unseal the sacred book. 

3 Expand Thy wings, Celestial Dove ; 

Brood o'er our nature's night ; 
On our disorder'd spirits move, 
And let there now be light. 

4 God, through Himself, we then shall know, 

If Thou within us shine ; 
And sound, with all Thy saints below, 
The depths of love divine. 

11 The Spirit Quickens. Qi Mi 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
"With all Thy quick'ning powers : 
Kindle a flame of sacred love 
In these cold hearts of ours. 

2 Look how we grovel here below, 

Fond of these earthly toys ; 
Our souls, how heavily they go, 
To reach eternal joys. 

3 In vain we tune our formal songs, — 

In vain we strive to rise ; 
Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
And our devotion dies. 

4 Father, and shall we ever live 

At this poor dying rate ; 
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, 
And Thine to us so great ? 

11, 12] HYMNS. 

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With all Thy quick'ning powers ; 
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
And that shall kindle ours. 

12 Renewing the Covenant. Oi Mi 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

COME, let us use the grace divine, 
And all, with one accord, 
In a perpetual cov'nant join 
Ourselves to Christ the Lord ; 

2 Give up ourselves, through Jesus' power, 

His Name to glorify ; 
And promise, in this sacred hour, 
For God to live and die. 

3 The cov'nant we this moment make 

Be ever kept in mind ; 
We will no more our God forsake, 
Or cast His words behind. 

4 We never will throw off His fear, 

Who hears our solemn vow ; 
And if thou art well pleased to hear, 
Come down, and meet us now. 

5 Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Let all our hearts receive ; 

Present with the celestial host, 

The peaceful answer give. 

6 To each the cov'nant blood apply, 

Which takes our sins away ; 


HYMNS. [12, 13 

And register our names on high, 
And keep us to that day. 

13 Wrestling Jacob. P, JJ f 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

COME, O thou Traveler unknown. 
Whom still I hold, but cannot see ; 
My company before is gone, 

And I am left alone with Thee : 
With Thee all night I mean to stay, 
And wrestle till the break of day. 

2 I need not tell Thee who I am ; 

My sin and misery declare ; 
Thyself hast call'd me by my name ; 

Look on Thy hands, and read it there : 
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou ? 
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now. 

3 In vain Thou strugglest to be free ; 

I never will unloose my hold ! 
Art Thou the Man that died for me ? 

The secret of Thy love unfold : 
Till I Thy name and nature know, 
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go. 

4 Yield to me now, for I am weak, 

But confident in self-despair ; 
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, 

Be conquer'd by my instant prayer : 
Speak, or Thou never hence shall move, 
And tell me if Thy name is Love. 

2 11 

13, 14] HYMNS. 

5 Tis Love ! 'tis Love ! Thou diedst for me ! 

I hear Thy whisper in my heart ! 
The morning breaks, the shadows flee, 

Pure, universal Love Thou art ; 
In vain I have not wept nor strove ; 
Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 

14 Invocation. P, M. 

'The national British sonpr of " God Save the King," appeared first in th« 
"Gentlemen's Magazine" in 174"). About nineteen years afterwards ap- 
peared this hymn to the same tune, in a collection by ltev. Spencer Ma- 
dan, but there is no evidence that he was the author.] 

COME, Thou Almighty King, 
Help us Thy Name to sing 
Help us to praise : 
Father all glorious, 
O'er all victorious, 
Come, and reign over us, 
Ancient of .days. 

2 Jesus, our Lord, arise, 
Scatter our enemies, 

And make them fall ; 
Let Thine almighty aid 
Our sure defense be made ; 
Our souls on Thee be stay'd ; 

Lord, hear our call. 

3 Come, Thou incarnate Word, 
Gird on Thy mighty sword, 

Our prayer attend ; 
Come, and Thy people bless, 

HYMNS. [14:, 15 

And give Thy word success : 
Spirit of holiness, 
On us descend. 

4 Come, Holy Comforter, 
Thy sacred witness bear 

In this glad hour : 
Thou who Almighty art, 
Now rule in every heart, 
And ne'er from us depart, 

Spirit of power. 

5 To the great One and Three 
Eternal praises be 

Hence, evermore. 
His sovereign majesty 
May we in glory see, 
And to eternity 

Love and adore. 

15 "Come, Thou Fount." p, JJ, 

[By Rev. Robert Robixsox, an eccentric English Independent, once a 
follower of Whitefield. This favorite hymn was written in early life. He 
afterwards became irreligious. One day, while travelling in a stage-coach, 
a lady, not knowing who he was, called his attention to this hymn in a 
book she was reading. He endeavored to change the conversation. When 
she reverted to the subject, he burst into tears and said, "Madam, I am 
the unhappy man that wrote that hymn; and I would give a thousand 
worlds to enjoy the feelings I then had."] 

COME, Thou Fount of every blessing. 
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace : 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
Call for songs of loudest praise. 
Teach me some melodious sonnet, 
Sung by naming tongues above : 


15, 16] HYMNS. 

Praise the mount — I'm fixed upon it 
Mount of Thy redeeming love ! 

2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer ; 

Hither by Thy help I'm come ; 
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, 

Safely to arrive at home. 
Jesus sought me when a stranger, 

"Wand'ring from the fold of God ; 
He, to rescue me from danger, 

Interposed His precious blood. 

3 O ! to grace how great a debtor 

Daily I'm constrained to be ! 
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, 

Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee : 
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it — 

Prone to leave the God I love ; 
Here's my heart, take and seal it ; 

Seal it for Thy courts above. 

16 "Thou hiowest that I love Thee" Q, M, 

[By Dr. Doddridge. Suggested by John xxi. 15-17.] 

|0 not I love Thee, O my Lord ? 
Behold my heart and see ; 
And turn the dearest idol out 
That dares to rival Thee. 


2 Do not I love Thee from my soul ? 

Then let me nothing love : 

Dead be my heart to every joy 

When Jesus cannot move. 

HYMXS. [16, 17 

3 Is not Thy name melodious still 

To mine attentive ear ? 
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound 
My Saviour's voice to hear ? 

4 Hast Thou a lamb in all thy flock 

I would disdain to feed ? 
Hast Thou a foe before whose face 
I fear Thy cause to plead ? 

5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 

In honor of Thy Name ? 
And challenge the cold hand of death 
To damp th' immortal flame? 

6 Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord ; 

But O I long to soar 
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
And learn to love Thee more. 

YJ Solemn Reverence. L, J£, 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

ETERNAL Power, whose high abode 
Becomes the grandeur of a God ; 
Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds 
Where stars revolve their little rounds, 

2 Thee while the first archangel sings, 
He hides his face behind his wings : 
And ranks of shining thrones around 
Fall worshipping, and spread the ground. 

3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do ? 
We would adore our Maker too ; 


17, 18] HYMNS. 

From sin and dust to Thee we cry, 
The Great, the Holy, and the High. 

4 Earth, from afar, hath heard Thy fame, 
And worms have learn'd to lisp Thy name : 
But r the glories of Thy mind 

Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 

5 God is in heaven, and men below ; 

Be short our tunes ; our words be few : 
A solemn reverence checks our songs, 
And praise sits silent on our tongues. 

18 Glory and Grace. (J, M» 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

FATHER, how wide Thy glory shines, 
How high Thy wonders rise ! 
Known through the earth by thousand signs, 
By thousands through the skies. 

2 Part of Thy Name divinely stands, 

On all Thy creatures writ ; 
They show the labor of Thy hands, 
Or impress of Thy feet : 

3 But when we view Thy strange design 

To save rebellious worms, 
Where vengeance and compassion join 
In their divinest forms — 

4 Here the whole Deity is known, 

Nor dares a creature guess 
Which of the glories brighter shone, 
The justice or the grace. 


HYMNS. [18, 19 

5 Now the full glories of the Lamb 

Adorn the heavenly plains ; 
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, 
And try their choicest strains. 

6 may I bear some humble part 

In that immortal song ! 
Wonder and joy shall time my heart, 
And love command my tongue. 

19 Earnestness. 0, J^i 

[By Chaeles "Wesley.] 

FATHER, I stretch my hands to Thee: 
No other help I know : 
If Thou withdraw Thyself from me, 
Ah ! whither shall I go ? 

2 What did Thine only Son endure, 

Before I drew my breath ! 
What pain, what labor, to secure 
My soul from endless death ! 

3 O Jesus, could I this believe, 

I now should feel Thy power ; 
Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve, 
Nor let me wait one hour. 

4 Author of faith ! to Thee I lift 

My wearv, loncrin^ eves : 
O let me now receive that gift, — 
My soul without it dies. 

5 Surely Thou canst not let me die ! 

O speak , and I shall live ! 

19, 20] HYMNS. 

And here I will unwearied lie, 
Till Thou Thy Spirit give. 

6 The worst of sinners would rejoice 
Could they but see Thy face ; 
Now let me hear Thy quick'ning voice, 
And taste Thy pard'ning grace. 

20 The Holy Scriptures. 0. M 

[By Miss Axne Steele, of England, born 1717.] 

FATHER of mercies, in Thy word 
What endless glory shines ; 
Forever be Thy Name adored 
For these celestial lines. 

2 Here may the wretched sons of want 

Exhaustless riches find ; 
Riches above what earth can grant, 
And lasting as the mind. 

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 

And yields a free repast ; 
Sublimer sweets than nature knows 
Invite the longing taste. 

4 Here the Redeemers welcome voice 

Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
And life, and everlasting joys 
Attend the blissful sound. 

5 O may these heavenly pages be 

Our ever dear delight ; 
And still new beauties may we see, 
And still increasing light. 


HYMNS. [20-22 

6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, 
Be Thou forever near ; 
Teach us to love Thy sacred word, 
And view the Saviour there. 

21 Submission. Q, ]\([ ( 

[By Bliss Anne Steele.] 

FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss 
Thy sovereign will denies, 
Accepted at Thy throne of grace, 
Let this petition rise : — 

2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 

From every murmur free : 
The blessings of Thy grace impart, 
And make me live to Thee. 

3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine 

My life and death attend : 
Thy presence through my journey shine, 
And crown my journey's end. 

F ] 

22 Universal Praise. L, JJ, 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

IROM all that dwell below the skies 
Let the Creator's praise arise ; 
Let the Redeemer's name be sung 
Through every land, by every tongue. 

Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord ; 
Eternal truth attends Thy word : 
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
Till suns shall rise and set no more. 


22, 23] HYMNS. 

3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring ; 
In songs of praise divinely sing ; 
The great salvation loud proclaim, 
And shout for joy the Saviour's name. 

4 In every land begin the song ; 
To every land the strains belong : 
In cheerful sounds all voices raise, 
And fill the world with loudest praise. 

23 Waters of Salvation. Q t ]V[, 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

FOUNTAIN of life, to all below 
Let Thy salvation roll ; 
Water, replenish, and o'erflow 
Every believing soul. 

2 Into that happy number, Lord, 

Us weary sinners take ; 
Jesus, fulfill Thy gracious word, 
For Thine own mercy's sake. 

3 The well of life to us Thou art, — 

Of joy, the swelling flood ; 
Wafted by Thee, with willing heart, 
We swift return to God. 

4 We soon shall reach the boundless sea ; 

Into Thy fullness fall ; 
Be lost and swallowed up in Thee, — 
Our God, our All in All. 


HYMNS. [24, 25 

24 Child's Hymn. 7s, 

[By Ciiakles "Wesley.] 

GENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, 
Look upon a little child ; 
Pity my simplicity, 
Suffer me to come to Thee. 

2 Hide me, from all evil hide, 

Self, and stubbornness, and pride ; 
Let me live without offense ; 
Guard my helpless innocence. 

3 Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb, 
In Thy gracious hands I am ; 
Make me, Saviour, what Thou art ; 
Live Thyself within my heart. 

4 I shall then show forth Thy praise ; 
Serve Thee all my happy days ; 
Then the world shall always see 
Christ the holy Child in me. 


25 Without God. o. M, 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

OD is in this and every place ; 
But O, how dark and void 
To me ! — 'tis one great wilderness, 
This earth without my God. 

Empty of Him who all things fills, 

Till He His light impart,— 
Till He His glorious self reveals, — 

The veil is on my heart. 


25, 26] HYMNS. 

3 Thou who seest and know'st my grief, 

Thyself unseen, unknown, 
Pity my helpless unbelief, 

And break my heart of stone. 

4 Regard me with a gracious eye ; 

The long-sought blessing give ; 
And bid me, at the point to die, 
Behold Thy face and live. 

26 God of my Life. L. M, 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

GOD of my life, whose gracious power 
Through varied deaths my soul hath led, 
Or turn'd aside the fatal hour, 
Or lifted up my sinking head ; 

2 In all my ways Thy hand I own ; 

Thy ruling providence I see ; 
Assist me still my course to run, 
And still direct my paths to Thee. 

3 Whither, O whither should I fly, 

But to my loving Saviour's breast ! 
Secure within Thine arms to lie, 
And safe beneath Thy wings to rest. 

4 I have no skill the snare to shun, 

But Thou, O Christ, my wisdom art : 
I ever into ruin run, 

But Thou art greater than my heart 

5 Foolish, and impotent, and blind, 

Lead me a way I have not known ; 


HYMNS. [26-28 

Bring me where I my heaven may find, — 
The heaven of loving Thee alone. 

27 " Holy Father." L, M. 

[By Dr. Watts.J 

GREAT God, indulge my humble claim ; 
Be Thou my hope, my joy, my rest ; 
The glories that compose Thy name 
Stand all engaged to make me blest. 

2 Thou great and good, Thou just and wise, 

Thou art my Father and my God ; 
And I am Thine by sacred ties, 

Thy son, Thy servant bought with blood. 

3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands, 

For Thee I long, to Thee I look ; 
As travellers in thirsty lands 

Pant for the cooling water-brook. 

4 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, 

While I have breath to pray or praise ; 
This work shall make my heart rejoice, 
And fill the remnant of my clays. 

28 u The Living God." 0, M, 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

GREAT God! how infinite art Thou! 
"What worthless mortals we ! 
Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
And pay their praise to Thee. 

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
Ere seas or stars were made ; 


28, 29] HYMNS. 

Thou art the ever-living God, 
Were all the nations dead. 

3 Eternity, with all its years, 

Stands present in Thy view ; 
To Thee there's nothing old appears, 
Great God! there's nothing new. 

4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, 

And vexed with trifling cares ; 
While Thine eternal thoughts move on 
Thine undisturbed affairs. 

5 Great God ! how infinite art Thou ! 

What worthless mortals we ! 
Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
And pay their praise to Thee. 

29 Delight in Worship. L, M, 

[By Dr. Watts. Paraphrase of Psalm 84.] 

GREAT God, attend, while Zion sings 
The joy that from Thy presence springs ; 
To spend one day with Thee on earth 
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 
Within Thy house, O God of grace, 
Not tents of ease, or thrones of power, 
Should tempt my feet to leave Thy door. 

3 God is our sun, He makes our day ; 
God is our shield, He guards our way 
From all assaults of hell and sin, 
From foes without and foes within. 


HYMNS. [29, 30 

4 All needful grace will God bestow, 
And crown that grace with glory too ; 
He gives us all things, and withholds 
No real good from upright souls. 

5 God our King, whose sovereign sway 
The glorious hosts of heaven obey, 
And devils at Thy presence flee, 
Blest is the man that trusts in Thee. 

30 Guide Me. P, M, 

[By Eev. William "Williams, of Wales, born 1717; died 179L] 

GUIDE me, O Thou great Jehovah, 
Pilgrim through this barren land : 
I am weak — but Thou art mighty, 
Hold me with Thy powerful hand : 

Bread of heaven, 
Feed me till I want no more. 

2 Open now the crystal fountain, • 

Whence the healing waters flow ; 
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, 

Lead me all my journey through : 

Strong Deliv'rer, 
Be Thou still my strength and shield. 

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 

Bid my anxious fears subside : 
Bear me through the swelling current ; 
Land me safe on Canaan's side : 

Songs of praises 
I will ever give to Thee. 


31, 32] HYMNS. 

31 Help my Unbelief. Q. M, 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

"OW sweet a voice of sov'reion grace 


Sounds from the sacred word ! — 
Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, 
And trust a faithful Lord. 

2 My soul obeys the gracious call, 
And runs to this relief; 
I would believe Thy promise, Lord \ 
O help my unbelief! 

# To the blest fountain of Thy blood, 
Incarnate God, I fly ; 
Here let me wash my guilty soul 
From crimes of deepest dye. 

4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, 
Into Thine arms I fall ; 
Be Thou my strength and righteousness, 
My Jesus, and my all. 

32 The Precious Name. Q, M. 

[By Rev. John Newton, born 1725 ; died 1807. The friend and pastor of 
Cowper, who with Newton wrote the celebrated " Olney Hymns." 

HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
In a believer's ear ! 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
And drives away his fear. 

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
And calms the troubled breast ; 

HYMNS. [32, 33 

'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And to the weary, rest. 

3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, 

My shield and hiding-place ; 
My never-failing treasure, fill'd 
With boundless stores of grace : 

4 Weak is the effort of my heart, 

And cold my warmest thought ; 
But when I see Thee as Thou art, 
I'll praise Thee as I ought. 

5 Till then I would Thy love proclaim 

With every fleeting breath ; 
And may the music of Thy name 
Refresh my soul in death. 

33 Love for the Church, Si Mi 

[By Kev. Timothy Dwight, D. D., born in Massachusetts, 1752 ; 
died, lair. Paraphrase of Psalm 137.] 

I LOVE Thy kingdom, Lord, 
The house of Thine abode, 
The church our blest Redeemer saved 
With His own precious blood. 

2 I love Thy Church, O God ! 

Her walls before Thee stand 
Dear as the apple of Thine eye, 
And graven on Thy hand. 

3 For her my tears shall fall ; 

For her my prayers ascend ; 
To her my cares and toils be given 
Till toils and cares shall end. 

3 27 

33, 34J HYMNS. 

4 Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heavenly ways ; 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
Her hymns of love and praise. 

5 Sure as Thy truth shall last, 

To Zion shall be given 
The brightest glories earth can yield, 
And brighter bliss of heaven. 


34 For a tender Conscience. Q t ])/[, 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

WANT a principle within 
Of jealous, godly fear, 
A sensibility of sin,- 
A pain to feel it near. 

2 I want the first approach to feel 
Of pride or fond desire, — 

To catch the wand' ring of my will, 
And quench the kindling fire. 

3 From Thee that I no more may part, 
No more Thy goodness grieve, 

The filial awe, the fleshly heart, 
The tender conscience give. 

4 Quick as the apple of an eye, 
O God, my conscience make ! 

Awake my soul when sin is nigh, 
And keep it still awake. 

5 If to the right or left I stray, 
That moment, Lord, reprove, 

HYMNS. [34, 35 

And let me weep my life away 
For having grieved Thy love. 

may the least omission pain 

My well-instructed soul ; 
And drive me to the blood again 

Which makes the wounded whole ! 

35 Ashamed of Jesus. L, Mi 

[By Rev. Joseph Gkigg, of England ; died 1768.] 

JESUS, and shall it ever be, 
A mortal man ashamed of Thee ! 
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, — 
"Whose glories shine through endless days ? 

2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far 
Let evening blush to own a star : 
He sheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 

3 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon 
Let midnight be ashamed of noon : 
'Tis midnight with my soul till He, 
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee. 

4 Ashamed of Jesus ! — that dear Friend 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend ; 
No ! — when I blush be this my shame 
That I no more revere His Name. 

5 Ashamed of Jesus ! — yes, I may, 
When I've no guilt to wash away ; 
No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fears to quell, no soul to save. 


35, 36] HYMNS. 

6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain ; 
And O, may this my glory be, — 
That Christ is not ashamed of me. 

36 The Charming Name. (J. M. 

[By Philip Doddridge, D. D., a Dissenting minister of England i 
born 1702 ; died 1751.J 

JESUS, I love Thy charming name, 
'Tis music to my ear : 
Fain would I sound it out so loud 
That earth and heaven should hear. 

2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul, 

My transport and my trust : 
Jewels, to Thee, are gaudy toys, 
And gold is sordid dust. 

3 All my capacious powers can wish 

In Thee doth richly meet ; 
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear, 
Nor friendship half so sweet. 

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 

And sheds its fragrance there : 
The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
The cordial of its care. 

5 I'll speak the honors of Thy Name 

With my last laboring breath : 
Then speechless clasp Thee in mine arms, 
The antidote of death. 

HYMNS. [37, 38 

37 Contrition. P, M, 

[By Chaeles "Wesley.] 

JESUS, let Thy pitying eye 
Call back a wand'ring sheep ; 
False to Thee, like Peter, I 

Would fain like Peter weep. 
Let me be by grace restored : 

On me be all long-suff'ring shown ; 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 
And break my heart of stone. 

2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, 

Repentance to impart, 
Give me, through Thy dying love, 

The humble, contrite heart : 
Give what I have long implored, 

A portion of Thy grief unknown : 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

3 For Thine own compassion's sake, 

The gracious wonder show ; 
Cast my sins behind Thy back, 

And wash me white as snow ; 
If Thy bowels now are stirr'd, 

If now I do myself bemoan, 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

38 The only Refuge. P, M, 

[By Chaeles Wesley.] 

JESUS, Lover of my soul, 
Let me to Thy bosom fly, 


38] HYMNS. 

While the nearer waters roll, 
While the tempest still is high ; 

Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
Till the storm of life be past ; 

Safe into the haven guide, 

receive my soul at last. 

2 Other refuge have I none ; 

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee : 
Leave, leave me not alone ; 

Still support and comfort me : 
All my trust on Thee is stay'd ; 

All my help from Thee I bring ; 
Cover my defenseless head 

With the shadow of Thy wing. 

3 Thou, Christ, art all I want : 

More than all in Thee I find : 
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 

Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
Just and holy is Thy name ; 

1 am all unrighteousness ; 
False and full of sin I am ; 

Thou art full of truth and grace. 

4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, — 

Grace to cover all my sin : 
Let the healing streams abound ; 

Make and keep me pure within. 
Thou of life the fountain art; 

Freely let me take of Thee : 
Spring Thou up within my heart ; 

Rise to all eternity. 


HYMNS. [39, 40 

39 The Truth and Way. S. M. 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

ESUS, my truth, my way, 
My sure, unerring light, 
On Thee my feeble steps I stay, 
Which Thou wilt guide aright. 

2 My wisdom and my guide, 

My counselor Thou art ; 
O never let me leave Thy side, 
Or from Thy paths depart. 

3 I lift mine eyes to Thee, 

Thou gracious, bleeding Lamb, 
That I may now enlighten'd be, 
And never put to shame. 

4 Never will I remove 

Out of Thy hands my cause ; 
But rest in Thy redeeming love, 
And hang upon Thy cross. 

5 make me all like Thee, 

Before I hence remove ; 

Settle, confirm, establish me, 

And build me up in love. 

6 Let me Thy witness live, 

When sin is all destroyed ; 
And then my spotless soul receive, 
And take me home to God. 

40 . The Shepherd. 7 S| 

JESUS, Shepherd of Thy sheep, 
In Thine arms my spirit keep ; 

10, 41] HYMNS. 

I am weak and I am lone: 
Jesus, take me for Thine own. 

2 In Thy bosom Thou dost bear 
Those who most do need Thy care ; 
I the humblest lamb would be, — 

I would trust myself to Thee. 

3 Fair and lovely to behold 
Is Thy lower earthly fold ; 
Guardian care shall never fail 
To the flock within its pale. 

4 Still my ardent hopes aspire 
To that better home and higher 
Where from every fold Thy sheep 
Thou shalt safely bring and keep. 

41 The Great Name. Q. M, 

[By Cuarles Wesley.] 

JESUS, the Name high over all, 
In hell, or earth, or sky ; 
Angels and men before it fall, 
And devils fear and fly. 

2 Jesus, the Name to sinners dear, — 

The Name to sinners given ; 

It scatters all their guilty fear ; 

It turns their hell to heaven. 

3 Jesus the pris'ner's fetters breaks, 

And bruises Satan's head ; 
Power into strengthless souls he speaks, 
And life into the dead. 

HYMNS. . [4:1. 4:2 

4 that the world might taste and see 

The riches of His grace ; 
The arms of love that compass me, 
Would all mankind embrace. 

5 His only righteousness I show, — 

His saving truth proclaim : 
'Tis all my business here below 
To cry, — Behold the Lamb ! 

6 Happy, if with my latest breath 

I may but gasp his name ; 
Preach Him to all, and cry in death, 
Behold, behold the Lamb ! 

42 The Sweet Memory. (J, M, 

[By St. Bernard of Clairvaux, who died in 1153. He was called " the Mel- 
lifluous Doctor." The original of his hymn begins " Jesu Dulcis Me- 
moria," and contains about two hundred lines. It has inspired several of 
our modern hymns. This version is by E. Caswall.] 

JESUS, the very thought of Thee 
With sweetness fills my breast; 
But sweeter far Thy face to see, 
And in Thy presence rest. 

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 

Nor can the memory find 
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, 
Saviour of mankind ! 

3 O hope of every contrite heart, 

joy of all the meek, 
To those who fall, how kind Thou art ! 
How good to those who seek ! 

4 But what to those who find ? ah ! this 

Nor tongue nor pen can show : 


42-4:4] HYMNS. 

The love of Jesus, what it is, 
None but His loved ones know. 

5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou, 
As Thou our prize will be ; 
Jesus ! be Thou our glory now, 
And through eternity. 

43 Unseen, but Loved. Q, M. 

[By Ray Palmer, D. D., born in Rhode Island, 1808. This hymn para- 
phrases 1 Pet. L 8.] 

JESUS, these eyes have never seen 
That radiant form of Thine ! 
The veil of sense hangs dark between 
Thy blessed face and mine. 

2 Like some bright dream that comes unsought, 

When slumbers o'er me roll, 
Thine image ever fills my thought, 
* And charms my ravish'd soul. 

3 Yet, though I have not seen, and still 

Must rest in faith alone, 
I love Thee, dearest Lord ! and will, 
Unseen, but not Unknown. 

4 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, 

And still this throbbing heart, 
The rending veil shall Thee reveal, 
All glorious as Thou art. 

44 Refining Fire. 0, M. 

[By Chakles Wesley.] 

JESUS, Thine all-victorious love 
Shed in my heart abroad : 


HYMNS. [44, 45 

Then shall my feet no longer rove, 
Eooted and fix'd in God. 

2 that in me the sacred fire 

Might now begin to glow ; 
Burn up the dross of base desire, 
And make the mountains flow. 

3 O that it now from heaven might fall, 

And all my sins consume : 
Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call ; 
Spirit of burning, come. 

4 Refining fire, go through my heart ; 

Illuminate my soul ; 
Scatter Thy life through every part, 
And sanctify the whole. 

5 My steadfast soul, from falling free, 

Shall then no longer move ; 
"While Christ is all the world to me, 
And all my heart is love. 

45 Tribute of Praise. L, Jf, 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

JESUS, Thou everlasting King, 
Accept the tribute which we bring ; 
Accept Thy well-deserved renown, 
And wear our praises as Thy crown. 

2 Let every act of worship be 

Like our espousals, Lord, to Thee ; 
Like the blest hour, when from above 
"We first received the pledge of love. 

45, 46] HYMNS. 

3 The gladness of that happy clay, 
O may it ever, ever stay : 

Nor let our faith forsake its hold, 
Nor hope decline, nor love grow cold. 

4 Let every moment, as it flies, 
Increase Thy praise, improve our joys, 
Till we be raised to sing thy Name, 
At the great supper of the Lamb. 

46 Zinzendorf's Hymn. L, M, 

r By Count Zinzendorf, 1730. This version is by John Wesley. The first 
stanza belongs to a German hymn of earlier times than Zinzendorfs, and 
is often quoted at the death-bed ol Christians in Germany. One wofd has 
been altered.] 

JESUS, Thy love and righteousness 
My beauty are, my glorious dress : 
'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, 
With joy shall I lift up my head. 

2 Bold shall I stand in Thy great day, 
For who aught to my charge shall lay ? 
Fully absolved through these I am, — 
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 

3 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb, 
Who from the Father's bosom came — 
Who died for me, e'en me, to atone, — 
Now for my Lord and God I own. 

4 Lord, I believe Thy precious blood, — 
Which, at the mercy-seat of God 
Forever doth for sinners plead, — 
For me, e'en for my soul, was shed. 

5 Lord, I believe were sinners more 
Than sands upon the ocean shore, 

HYMNS. [4:6-48 

Thou hast for all a ransom paid, 
For all a full atonement made. 

47 The Loadstone of Love. Q t M. 

[By CnAELES "Wesley.] 

JESUS, united by Thy grace, 
And each to each endear'd, 
With confidence we seek Thy face, 
And know our prayer is heard. 

2 Still let us own our common Lord, 

And bear Thine easy yoke,* — 
A band of love, a threefold cord, 
Which never can be broke. 

3 Touch'd by the loadstone of Thy love, 

Let all our hearts agree ; 
And ever toward each other move, 
And ever move toward Thee. 

4 To Thee, inseparably joined, 

Let all our spirits cleave ; 

O may we all the loving mind 

That was in Thee receive. 

48 Claiming the Promise. £}, M 

[By Chaeles Wesley.] 

JESUS, we look to Thee, 
Thy promised presence claim : 
Thou in the midst of us shalt be, 
Assembled in Thy name : 

2 Not in the name of pride 
Or selfishness we meet ; 


48, 4:9] HYMNS. 

From nature's paths we turn aside, 
And worldly thoughts forget. 

3 We meet the grace to take 

Which Thou hast freely given ; 
We meet on earth for Thy dear sake, 
That we may meet in heaven. 

4 Present we know Thou art, 

But O, thyself reveal ! 
Now, Lord, let every bounding heart 
The mjghty comfort feel. 

49 Just as Iom, Li M, 

[By Miss Charlotte Elliot, of England.] 

JUST as I am — without one plea, 
But that Thy blood was shed for me, 
And that Thou bid'st me come to Thee, 
Lamb of God, I come. 

2 Just as I am ; and waiting not 

To rid my soul of one dark blot — 
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot 
O Lamb of God, I come. 

3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
With fears within, and foes without — 

O Lamb of God, I come. 

4 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind : 
Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, 

O Lamb of God, I come. 


BYMNS. [49-51 

5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, 

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve : 
Because Thy promise I believe 

O Lamb of God, I come. 

6 Just as I am — Thy love unknown, 
Has broken every barrier clown : 
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, 

Lamb of God. I come. 

50 Just °s thou art. L. Mi 

JUST as thou art — without one trace 
Of love, or joy, or inward grace, 
Or meetness for that heavenly place, 
O guilty sinner, come, O come ! 

2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree ; 
The stripes thy due were laid on me, 
That peace and pardon might be free, — 

O wretched sinner, come, come ! 

3 Come, leave thy burden at the cross ; 
Count all thy gains but empty dross : 
My grace repays all earthly loss, — 

needy sinner, come, come ! 

4 " The Spirit and the Bride say. Come ; " 
Rejoicing saints reecho, Come I 

Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come ; 
Thy Saviour bids thee come, come ! 

51 • His Goodness. (J, JJ, 

[Bv Dr. Watts.] 

LET every tongue Thy goodness speak, 
Thou sov'reign Lord of all ; 

51, 52] HYMNS. 

Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, 
And raise the poor that fall. 

2 When sorrows bow the spirit down, 

When virtue lies distress'd 
Beneath the proud oppressor's frown, 
Thou giv'st the mourner rest. 

3 Thou know'st the pains Thy servants feel, 

Thou hear'st Thy children's cry ; 
And their best wishes to fulfill, 
Thy srace is ever nisrh. 

4 Thy mercy never shall remove 

From men of heart sincere : 
Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love 
Is join'd with holy fear. 

5 My lips shall dwell upon Thy praise, 

And spread Thy fame abroad ; 
Let all the sons of Adam raise 
The honors of their God. 

52 Omniscience. (j t U, 

[By Dr. Watts. Paraphrase of Psalm 139.] 

LORD, all I am is known to Thee ; 
In vain my soul would try 
To shun Thy presence, or to flee 
The notice of Thine eye. 

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys 
My rising and my rest, 
My public walks, my private ways, 
The secrets of my breast. 


HYMNS. [52, 53 

3 My thoughts lie open to Thee. Lord, 

Before they're formed within. 
And ere my lips pronounce the wo: 
Thou know'st the sense I mean. 

4 wondrous knowledge ! deep and high : 

Where can a creature hie. 
Within Thy circling arms I lie. 
Beset on every side. 

5 So let Thy grace surround me still. 

And like a bulwark prove, 
To guard my soul from e 
Secured by so v f reign love. 

53 ^ P. Mi 

'Bv Her. Gi : ■ 9 z Bosi - d. born in London in 1752 ; died in 


LORI - us with Thy blessing; 

Fill our hearts with joy and peace : 
Let us each, Thy love ug, 

Triumph in redeeming grace ; 

refresh us. 
Travelling through this wilder: 

2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 

For thy gospel's joyful sound ; 
May the fruits of Thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives "abound; 

May Thy presence 
With us evermore be found. 

3 So, whene'er the signal's given 

Us from earth to call .v 

4 4-5 


63, 54] HYMNS. 

Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
Glad the summons to obey, 

May we ever 
Reign with Christ in endless day. 

54 Pentecost. g, M, 

[By James Montgomery.] 

ORD God, the Holy Ghost ! 
In this accepted hour, 
As on the day of Pentecost, 
Descend in all Thy power. 

2 "We meet with one accord 
In our appointed place, 

And wait the promise of our Lord, 
The Spirit of all grace. 

3 Like mighty rushing wind 
Upon the waves beneath, 

Move with one impulse every mind ; 
One soul, one feeling breathe. 

4 The young, the old, inspire 
With wisdom from above ; 

And give us hearts and tongues of fire, 
To pray, and praise, and love. 

5 Spirit of light, explore 
And chase our gloom away, 

With lustre shining more and more 
Unto the perfect day. 

6 Spirit of truth, be Thou, 
In life and death, our guide : 

O Spirit of adoption ! now 
May we be sanctified. 


HYMNS. [55, 56 

55 Sunday Morning. 0, M. 

[By Dr. "Watts.] 

LOED, in the morning Thou shalt hear 
My voice ascending high : 
To Thee will I direct my prayer, 
To Thee lift up mine eye : — 

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, 

To plead for all His saints ; 
Presenting, at the Father's throne, 
Our songs and our complaints. 

3 Now to Thy house will I resort, 

To taste Thy mercies there ; 
I will frequent Thy holy court, 
And worship in Thy fear. 

4 O may Thy Spirit guide my feet 

In ways of righteousness ; 
Make every path of duty straight, 
And plain before my face. 

56 Unclean. L, M« 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin, 
And born unholy and unclean ; 
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall 
Corrupts his race, and taints us all. 

2 Behold, we fall before Thy face ; 
Our only refuge is Thy grace : 
No outward forms can make us clean ; 
The leprosy lies deep within. 


56, 57] HYMNS. 

3 Nor bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, 
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest, 
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, 
Can wash the dismal stain away. 

4 Jesus, Thy blood, Thy b'lood alone, 
Hath power sufficient to atone ; 

Thy blood can make us white as snow ; 
No Jewish types could cleanse us so. 

5 While guilt disturbs and breaks our peace, 
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease ; 
Lord, let us hear Thy pard'ning voice, 
And make these broken hearts rejoice. 

57 Invoking Blessings. P, M, 

[By Rev. William Hammond, an English Moravian, who died in • 5.J 

LORD, we come before Thee now, 
At Thy feet we humbly bow ; 
O, do not our suit disdain : 
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ? 

2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend ; 
In compassion now descend ; 
Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace, 
Tune our lips to sing Thy praise. 

,3 Send some message from Thy word 
That may joy and peace afford ; 
Let Thy Spirit now impart 
Full salvation to each heart. 

4 Comfort those who weep and mourn'; 
. Let the time of joy return : 



HYMNS. [57-69 

Those that are cast down lift up ; 
Make them strong in faith and hope. 

5 Grant that all may seek and find 
Thee, a gracious God and kind : 
Heal the sick, the captive free ; 
Let us all rejoice in Thee. 

58 Our Example. L. M, 

[By Dr. Watts-] 

Y dear Redeemer, and my Lord, 
I read my duty in Thy Word ; 
But in Thy life the law appears, 
Drawn out in living characters. 

2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal, 
Such def'rence to Thy Father's will, 
Such love, and meekness so divine ! 

I would transcribe and make them mine. 

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer : 
The desert Thy temptations knew, 
Thy conflict, and Thy victory too. 

4 Be Thou my pattern ; make me bear 
More of Thy gracious image here : 
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name 
Among the followers of the Lamb. 

59 "Looking unto Jesus" P, M, 

[By Ray Palmer, D. D.] 

Y faith looks up to Thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 
Saviour divine : 



59, 60] HYMNS. 

Now hear me while I pray, 
Take all my guilt away, 
O let me from this day 
Be wholly Thine. 

2 May Thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart ; 

My zeal inspire : 
As Thou hast died for me, 
O may my love to Thee 
Pure, warm, and changeless be, 

A living fire. 

3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread, 

Be Thou my guide : 
Bid darkness turn to day, 
Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 

From Thee aside. 


50 Perpetual Blessings. L, ]\J t 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

"Y God, how endless is Thy love ! 
Thy gifts are every evening new ; 
And morning mercies from above 
Gently descend like early dew. 
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, 
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; 
Thy sov'reign word restores the light, 
And quickens all my drowsy powers. 
3. I yield myself to Thy command ; 

To Thee devote my nights and days ; 


HYMNS. [60-62 

Perpetual blessings from Thy hand 
Demand perpetual songs of praise. 

61 Steadfast Faith. (j. M, 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

"Y God, I know, I feel Thee mine. 
And will not quit my claim, 
Till all I have is lost in Thine, 
And all renew'd I am. 


I hold Thee with a trembling hand, 
And will not let Thee go, 

Till steadfastly by faith I stand, 
And all Thy goodness know. 


62 Heaven upon Earth. Q, Jf, 

[By Dr. Watts-] 

Y God. mv life, my love, 
To Thee, to Thee I call : 
I cannot live if Thou remove, 
For Thou art all in all. 

2 The smilings of Thy face, 
How amiable they are ! 

'Tis heaven to rest in Thine embrace, 
And nowhere else but there. 

3 To Thee, and Thee alone, 
The angels owe their bliss ; 

They sit around Thy gracious throne, 
And dwell where Jesus is. 

4 Not all the harps above 
Can make a heavenly place, 


62. 63] HYMNS. 

If God His residence remove, 
Or but conceal His face. 

5 Nor earth, nor all the sky, 

Can one delight afford, 
Nor yield one drop of real joy, 
Without Thy presence, Lord. 

6 Thou art the sea of love, 

Where all my pleasures roll : 
The circle where my passions move, 
And centre of my soul. 

63 The All-sufficient Portion. 0. M. 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

Y God, my portion, and my love, 
My everlasting All, 


Or on this earthly ball. 

What empty things are all the skies, 

And this inferior clod ! 
There's nothing here deserves my joys, 

There's nothing like my God. 

To Thee I owe my wealth, and friends, 

And health, and safe abode : 
Thanks to Thy Name for meaner things ; 

But they are not my God. 

How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth, 
If once compared with Thee ; 

Or what's my safety, or my health, 
Or all my friends to me ? 


HYMNS. [63, 64 

Were I possessor of the earth, 

And call'd the stars my own, 
Without Thy graces and Thyself, 

I were a wretch undone. 

Let others stretch their arms like seas, 

And grasp in all the shore ; 
Grant me the visits of Thy grace, 

And I desire no more. 

64 Triumphant Joi). (J. M. 

[By Dr. Watts-] 

MY God, the spring of all my joys, 
The life of my delights, 
The glory of my brightest days, 
And comfort of my nights : 

2 In darkest shades if Thou appear, 

My dawning is begun ; 
Thou art my soul's bright morning star, 
And Thou my rising sun. 

3 The opening heavens around me shine 

With beams of sacred bliss, 
If Jesus shows His mercy mine, 
And whispers I am His. 

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay 

At that transporting word, 
Run up with joy the shining way, 
To see and praise my Lord. 

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, 

I'd break through every foe ; 


64-66] HYMNS. 

The wings of love and arms of faith 
Would bear me conqu'ror through. 


65 Sustain Me. L. M. 

Y hope, my all, my Saviour Thou ; 
To Thee, lo, now my soul I bow ; 
I feel the bliss Thy wounds impart, — 
I find Thee, Saviour, in my heart. 

Be Thou my strength, — be Thou my way ; 
Protect me through my life's short day : 
In all my acts may wisdom guide, 
And keep me, Saviour, near Thy side. 

In fierce temptation's darkest hour, 
Save me from sin and Satan's power ; 
Tear every idol from Thy throne, 
And reign, my Saviour, reign alone. 

My suff'ring time shall soon be o'er; 
Then shall I sigh and weep no more : 
My ransom'd soul shall soar away, 
To sing Thy praise in endless day. 


66 Praise delightful. Q. M, 

[By Dr. Watts,] 

Y Saviour, my almighty Friend, 
When I begin Thy praise, 
Where will the growing numbers end, — 
The numbers of Thy grace ? 

I trust in Thy eternal word ; 
Thy goodness I adore : 

HYMNS. [66, 67 

Send down Thy grace, blessed Lord, 
That I may love Thee more. 

My feet shall travel all the length 

Of the celestial road ; 
And march with courage, in Thy strength, 

To see the Lord my God. 

Awake ! awake ! my tuneful powers, 

With this delightful song ; 
And entertain the darkest hours, 

Nor think the season long:. 


67 "Nearer to Thee." P, M, 

[By Saeah Flotveb Adams, who died in 1843.] 

JEARER, my God. to Thee, 
Nearer to Thee : 
Ev'n though it be a cross 

That raiseth me, 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
Nearer to Thee. 

2 Though like a wanderer, 
Daylight all gone, 

Darkness be over me, 

My rest a stone, 
Yet in my dreams I'd be, 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee. 

3 There let the way appear 
Steps up to heaven ; 


67, 68] HYMNS. 

All that Thou sendest me 

In mercy given, 
Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee. 

4 Then with my waking thoughts, 

Bright with Thy praise, 
Out of my stony griefs, 

Bethel I'll raise ; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee. 

5 Or if on joyful wing, 

Cleaving the sky, 
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 

Upward I fly, 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee. 


68 A Parting Blessing. (J, Mi 

"By Rev. Thomas Gibbons, D. D., an English CongregationaliBt: died 1786.] 

OW may the God of peace and love, 
Who from th* impris'ning grave 
Restored the Shepherd of the sheep, 
Omnipotent to save ; — 

Through the rich merits of that blood 

Which He on Calvary spilt, 
To make th' eternal cov'nant sure, 

On which our hopes are built ; — 


HYMNS. [68, 6S 

3 Perfect our souls in every grace, 

T' accomplish all His will ; 
And all that's pleasing in His right 
Inspire us to fulfill. 

4 For the great Mediator's sake 

We every blessing pray ; 
With glory let His name be crown'd, 
Through heaven's eternal day. 

69 The Spirit Absent. 0. M. 

TBy William Cowpee, of Enzland, born 1731 ; died in 18ft0. He vras much 
of his life under the cloud of insanity. He wrote the fO srmg nymn ex- 
pressive of his spiritual darkness in one of his lucid Intervals,! 

OFOR a closer walk with God, — 
A calm and heavenly frame ; 
A light to shine upon the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 

When first I saw the Lord ? 
Where is the soul-refreshing view 
Of Jesus and His word : 

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd ! 

How sweet their mem'ry still ! 
But they have left an aching void 
The world can never fill. 

4 Return, holy Dove, return, 

Sweet messenger of rest : 
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, 
And drove Thee from my breast. 

69, 70] HYMNS. 

5 The dearest idol I have known, 

Whate'er that idol be, 
Help me to tear it from Thy throne, 
And worship only Thee. 

6 So shall my walk be close with God, 

Calm and serene my frame ; 
So purer light shall mark the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

70 For Inward Peace. CJ, M, 

FOR a heart of calm repose 
Amid the world's loud roar, 
A life that like a river flows 
Along a peaceful shore ! 

Come, Holy Spirit, still my heart 

With gentleness divine ; 
Indwelling peace Thou canst impart : 

0, make that blessing mine ! 

Above these scenes of storm and strife 
There spreads a region fair ; 

Give me to live that higher life, 
And breathe that heavenly air ! 

Come, Holy Spirit, breathe that peace ! 

That victory make me win ! 
Then shall my soul her conflict cease, 

And find a heaven within. 

HYMW5. [71, 72 

71 Thy Throne in my Heart. 0, M. 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

FOR a heart to praise my God, 
A heart from sin set free ; 
A heart that always feels Thy blood. 
So freely spilt for me : — 

2 A heart resign'd. submissive, meek, 

My great Redeemer's throne ; 
Where only Christ is heard to speak, — 
Where Jesus reigns alone. 

3 for a lowly, contrite heart. 

Believing, true, and clean ; 
Which neither life nor death can part 
From Him that dwells within : — 

4 A heart in every thought renew'd 

And full of love divine ; 
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 
A copy, Lord, of Thine. 

72 Perfect Rest. L. M. 

[By A2fTO>- Ulrich, Duke of Brunswick, 166T. Translated from the Ger- 
man by Catherine Winkworth.] 

OGOD. I long Thy light to see , 
My God. I hourly think on Thee ; 
O draw me up. nor hide Thy face, 
But help me from Thy holy place. 

2 Remember that I am Thy child ; 
Forgive whate'er my soul defiled ; 
Blot out my sins, that I may rise 
Freelv to Thee bevond the skies. 

72-74] HYMNS. 

3 Help me to love the world no more ; 
Be master of my house and store ; 
The shield of faith around me throw, 
And break the arrows of my foe. 

4 Fain would my heart henceforward be 
Fix'd, O my God, alone on Thee ; 
That heart and soul by Thee posse$t, 
May find in Thee their perfect rest 

73 Jacob's Prayer. 0, M, 

[By Rev. John Looan, of Scotland ; died in 1788, aged 40.] 

GOD of Abrain ! by whose hand 
Thy people still are fed — 
Who, through this weary pilgrimage, 
Hast all our fathers led ! 

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present 

Before Thy throne of grace : 
God of our fathers, be the God 
Of their succeeding race. 

3 Through each perplexing path of life 

Our wandering footsteps guide : 
Give us each day our daily bread, 
And raiment fit provide ! 

4 O spread Thy covering wings around, 

Till all our wanderings cease, 
And at our Father's loved abode 
Our feet arrive in peace ! 

74 God, our Help. fj. M- 

[By Dr. Watts. Paraphrase of Psalm 90.] 

GOD, our help in ages past. 
Our hope for years to come, 


HYMNS. [74, 75 

Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
And our eternal home : — 

2 Under the shadow of Thy throne 

Still may we dwell secure ; 
Sufficient is Thine arm alone, 
And our defense is sure. 

3 Before the hills in order stood, 

Or earth received her frame, 
From everlasting Thou art God, 
To endless years the same. 

4 A thousand ages, in Thy sight, 

Are like an evening gone ; 
Short as the watch that ends the night, 
Before the rising sun. 

5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 

Bears all its sons away ; 
They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
Dies at the opening day. 

6 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, 

With all their cares and fears, 
Are carried downward by the flood, 
And lost in foll'wing years. 

7 God, our help in ages past, 

Our hope for years to come ; 
Be Thou our guide while life shall last, 
And our perpetual home ! 

75 Fullness of Grace. L, M. 

[By James Mosigomeet.] 

SPIRIT of the living God, 
In all Thy plenitude of grace, 


75. 76] HYMNS. 

Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
Descend on our apostate race. 

2 Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love, 

To preach the reconciling word ; 
Give power and unction from above, 
Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 

3 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light ; 

Confusion — order, in Thy path ; 
Souls without strength, inspire with might ; 
Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 

4 Baptize the nations ; far and nigh 

The triumphs of the cross record ; 
The name of Jesus glorify, 

Till every kindred call Him Lord. 

76 Remember Me! 0. M. 

[By Rev.TiiOMAS Howeis, M. D., of England; born 1732; died in 1820.] 

THOU from whom all goodness flows, 
I lift my soul to Thee ; 
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 
Lord, remember me. 

2 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, 
This feeble body see ; 

Grant patience, rest, and kind relief; 

Lord, remember me. 

3 When, in the solemn hour of death, 

1 wait Thy just decree, 
Be this the prayer of my last breath,— 

Lord, remember me. 

HYMNS. [76, 77 

And when before Thy throne I stand, 

And lift my soul to Thee, 
Then, with the saints at Thy right hand, 

O Lord, remember me. 

77 Bethel L.M. 

[By Chaeles Wesley.] 

OTHOU, whom all Thy saints adore, 
We now with all Thy saints agree, 
And bow our inmost souls before 
Thy glorious, awful Majesty. 

2 "We come, great God, to seek Thy face, 

And for Thy loving kindness wait; 
And 0, how dreadful is this place ! 

'Tis God's own house, 'tis heaven's gate. 

3 Tremble our hearts to find Thee nigh ; 

To Thee our trembling hearts aspire : 
And lo ! we see descend from high 
The pillar and the flame of fire. 

4 Still let it on th' assembly stay, 

And all the house with glory fill : 
To Canaan's bounds point out the way, 
And lead us to Thy holy hill. 

5 There let us all with Jesus stand, 

And join the general Church above, 
And take our seats at Thy right hand, 
And sing Thine everlasting love. 


78, 79] HYMNS. 

78 Pentecost. L. M, 

[By Henry More.] 

ON all the earth Thy Spirit shower ; 
The earth in righteousness renew ; 
Thy kingdom come, and hell's o'erpower, 
And to Thy sceptre all subdue. 

2 Like mighty winds, or torrents fierce, 

Let Him opposers all o'errun ; 
And every law of sin reverse, 

That faith and love may make all one. 

3 Yea, let Him, Lord, in every place 

His richest energy declare ; 
While lovely tempers, fruits of grace, 
The kingdom of Thy Christ prepare 

4 Grant this, O holy God and true ; 

The ancient seers thou didst inspire, - 
To us perform the promise due, — 
Descend, and crown us now with fire 

79 Bless the Word! 0. M. 

[By Kev. Joseph Hart, an English Independent ; born in 1712 ; died 1768. 

,NCE more we come before our God; 
Once more His blessing ask : 
O may not duty seem a load, 
Nor worship prove a task. 

Father, Thy quick'ning Spirit send 
From heaven, in Jesus' name, 

And bid our waiting minds attend. 
And put our souls in frame. 


HYMNS. [79, 60 

3 May we receive the word we hear, 

Each in an honest heart ; 
And keep the precious treasure there, 
And never with it part. 

4 To seek Thee, all our hearts dispose ; 

To each Thy blessings suit ; 
And let the seed Thy servant sows. 
Produce abundant fruit. 

80 Rod of Ages. P.M. 

[By Rev. Augustus M.Toplady, an English clergyman : bom 1741 : died 
in 1778. A favorite with every Christian who has ever heard it. Prince 
Albert used it in his dying hour. The author of " Eock of Ages," and the 
author of "Jesus lover of my Soul" were fierce polemics while they jived, 
carrying their warfare into personalities. They had zeal in prose but 
charity'in poetry. Who doubts that either has failed to find a " refuge fur 
his soul " in the " Rock of Ages '; " Dr. Schaff notices as a curiosity that the 
Lyra Catholica has this hymn along-side hymns from the Breviary and 
Missal. We are one in Christ.] 

ROCK of ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in Thee ; 
Let the water and the blood, 
From Thy wounded side which flow'd, 
Be of sin the double cure, — 
Save from wrath and make me pufe. 

2 Not the labor of my hands 
Can fulfill Thy law's demands. 
Could my zeal no respite know, 
Could my tears forever flow, — 
These for sin could not atone ; 
Thou must save, and Thou alone. 

3 In my hand no price I bring, 
Simply to Thy cross I cling ; 
Naked, come to Thee for dress ; 
Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; 


80, 81] 


Foul, I to the fountain hie, — 
Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 
While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eyes shall close in death, 
When I rise to worlds unknown, 
And behold Thee on Thy throne, — 
Rock of ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in Thee. 




"By Sir Robert Grant ; born 1785 ; died 1838 ; Governor of Bombay, 
wrote twelve Sacred Lyrics, of which this is the best.] 

SAVIOUR, when, in dust, to Thee 
Low we bow th' adoring knee, — 
When, repentant, to the skies 
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes, — 
O, by all Thy pain and woe 
SufFer'd once for man below, 
Bending from Thy throne on high, 
Hear our solemn litany. 
• 2 By Thine hour of dark despair, 
By Thine agony of prayer ; 
By the cross, the nail, the thorn, 
Piercing spear, and tort'ring scorn ; 
By the gloom that veil'd the skies 
O'er the dreadful sacrifice, — 
Listen to our humble cry, 
Hear our solemn litany. 
3 By Thy deep, expiring groan ; 
By the sad, sepulchral stone ; 
By the vault whose dark abode 
Held in vain the rising God, — 


HYMNS. [81-83 

0, from earth to heaven restored, 
Mighty, re-ascended Lord, 
Saviour, listen to our cry, 
Hear our solemn litany. 

82 Sunday Evening. P, M. 

By Samuel F. Smith, D. D., a Baptist clergyman of Massachusetts, boix 

SOFTLY fades the twilight ray 
Of the holy Sabbath day ; 
Gently as life's setting sun, 
When the Christian's course is run. 

2 Night her solemn mantle spreads 
O'er the earth, as daylight fades ; 
All things tell of calm repose, 
At the holy Sabbath's close. 

3 Peace is on the world abroad ; 
'Tis the holy peace of God, — 
Symbol of the peace within, 
When the spirit rests from sin. 

4 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be 
Days of peace and joy in Thee, 
Till in heaven our souls repose, 
Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. 

83 Evening. P, M, 

"By Geoege W. Doane,D. D., Protestant Episcopal Bishop of New Jersey ; 
born in 1799, died in 1859.] 

SOFTLY now the light of day 
Fades upon our sight away ; 
Free from care, from labor free, 
Lord, we would commune with Thee. 

83-85] HYMNS. 

2 Soon from us the light of day- 
Shall forever pass away ; 
Then, from sin and sorrow free, 
Take us, Lord, to dwell with Thee. 

84 Sun of my Soul. L, M, 

[By Rev. John Keble, D. D., author of the " Christian Year;" died 1866.] 

O UN of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear. 

It is not night if Thou be near : 
O, may no earth-born cloud arise 
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes ! 

2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep 
My wearied eyelids gently steep, 

Be my last thought, — how sweet to rest 
Forever on my Saviour's breast ! 

3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without Thee I cannot live ; 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without Thee I dare not die. 

4 Be near to bless me when I wake, 
Ere through the world my way I take; 
Abide with me till in Thy love 

I lose myself in heaven above. 

85 The Lord of Life. L, M. 

[By Oliver Wendell Holmes, M. D., born in 1809.] 

UN of our life ! Thy wakening ray 
Sheds on our path the glow of day ; 
Star of our hope ! Thy soften'd light 

S 1 

Cheers the long watches of the night. 

HYMNS. [85, 86 

2 Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn ; 
Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn ; 
Our rainbow's arch Thy mercy's sign ; 
All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine. 

3 Lord of all life, below, above, 

"Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love : 
Before Thy ever-blazing throne 
"We ask no lustre of our own. 

4 Grant us Thy truth to make us free, 
And kindling hearts that burn for Thee, 
Till all Thy living altars claim 

One holy light, one heavenly flame. 

86 Sabbath Joys. L. M. 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

SWEET is the work, my God, my Kinjr. 
To praise Thy name, give thanks, and sing ; 
To show Thy love by morning light, 
And talk of all Thy truth by night. 

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 

No mortal cares shall seize my breast ; 
may my heart in tune be found, 
Like David's harp of solemn sound. 

3 When grace has purified my heart, 
Then I shall share a glorious part : 
And fresh supplies of joy be shed, 
Like holy oil to cheer my head. 

4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
All I desired or wish'd below ; 

And every power find sweet employ 
In that eternal world of joy. 


87, 88] HYMNS. 


87 " Thy face, Lord, will I seek." (J. M. 

[By Charles "Wesley.] 

1 ALK with us, Lord, Thyself reveal, 
While here o'er earth we rove ; 
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel 
The kindling of Thy love. 

2 With Thee conversing, we forget 

All time, and toil, and care : 

Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, 

If Thou, my God, art here. 

3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, 

And bid my heart rejoice ; 
My bounding heart shall own Thy sway, 
And echo to Thy voice. 

4 Thou callest me to seek Thy face ; — 

'Tis all I wish to seek ; 
T' attend the whispers of Thy grace, 
And hear Thee inly speak. 

5 Let this my every hour employ, 

Till I Thy glory see ; 
Enter into my Master's joy. 
And find my heaven in Thee. 

88 The Perfect Law. S, M, 

[By Chakles Wesley.] 

TH E thing my God doth hate, 
That I no more may do ; 
Thy creature, Lord, again create, 
And all my soul renew. 
2 That blessed law of Thine, 
Jesus, to me impart. ; 


HYMNS. [88, 89 

The Spirit's, law of life divine, 
write it on my heart ! 

3 Implant it deep within, 

Whence it may ne'er remove, — 
The law of liberty from sin, 
The perfect law of love. 

4 Thy nature be my law, — 

Thy spotless sanctity ; 
And sweetly every moment draw 
My happy soul to Thee. 
89 Frailty of Life. (J, M. 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

THEE we adore, eternal Name ! 
And humbly own to Thee 
How feeble is our mortal frame — 
What dying worms are we ! 

2 The year rolls round, and steals away 

The breath that first it gave : 
Whate'er we do, whate'er we be, 
We're travelling to the grave. 

3 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, 

To push us to the tomb ; 
And fierce diseases wait around, 
To hurry mortals home.. 

i Waken, Lord, our drowsy sense 
To walk this dang'rous road ; 
And if our souls be hurried hence, 
May they be found with God ! 

90, 91] HYMNS. 

90 The Endless Sabbath. L. M, 

[By Dr. Doddridge. Good taste suggests that the third stanza be not used 
on a hot day in midsummer. It is more edifying in winter and on cloudy 

THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love j 
But there's a nobler rest above : 
To that our laboring souls aspire, 
With ardent pangs of strong desire. 

2 No more fatigue, no more distress ; 
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place ; 
No sighs shall mingle with the songs, 
Which warble from immortal tongues. 

3 No rude alarms of raging foes, 
No cares to break the long repose, 
No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 

4 O long-expected day, begin, 

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin : 
Fain would we leave this weary road 
And sleep in death, to rest with. God. 

91 Exhaustless Love. (j, JJ, 

[By Chakles Wesley.] 

THY ceaseless, unexhausted love, 
Unmerited and free, 
Delights our evil to remove, 
And help our misery. 
2 Thou waitest to be gracious still ; 
Thou dost with sinners bear ; 
That, saved, we may Thy goodness feel, 
And all Thy grace declare. 

HYMNS. [91, 92 

3 Thy goodness and Thy truth to me, 

To every soul, abound ; 
A vast, unfathomable sea, 

"Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 

4 Its streams the whole creation reach, 

So plenteous is the store ; 
Enough for all, enough for each, 
Enough for evermore. 

5 Faithful, Lord, Thy mercies are, — 

A rock that cannot move : 
A thousand promises declare 
Thy constancy of love. 

6 Throughout the universe it reigns, 

Unalterably sure ; 
And while the truth of God remains, 
His goodness must endure. 

92 The Law of Christ. 0. M. 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

TRY us, O God, and search the ground 
Of every sinful heart : 
Whate'er of sin in us is found, 
bid it all depart. 

2 If to the right or left we stray, 

Leave us not comfortless ; 
But guide our feet into the way 
Of everlasting peace. 

3 Help us to help each other, Lord, 

Each other's cross to bear : 

Let each his friendly aid afford, 

And feel his brother's care. 

92, 93] HYMNS. 

4 Help us to build each other up ; 

Our little stock improve ; 
Increase our faith, confirm our hope, 
And perfect us in love. 

5 Up into Thee, our living Head, 

Let us in all things grow, 
Till Thou hast made us free indeed, 
And spotless here below. 

6 Then, when the mighty work is wrought, 

Receive Thy ready bride : 
Give us in heaven a happy lot 
With all the sanctified. 


93 Sunday Morning. P, ]\I, 

[By Heywakd.] 

ELCOME, delightful morn, 
Thou day of sacred rest ; 
I hail thy kind return — 

Lord, make these moments blest : 
From the low train of mortal toys 
I soar to reach immortal joys. 
Now may the King descend, 

And fill His throne of grace : 
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, 

While saints address Thy face ; 
Let sinners feel Thy quickening word, 
And learn to know and fear the Lord. 
Descend, celestial Dove, 

With all Thy quickening powers ; 
Disclose a Saviour's love, 

And bless the sacred hours : 

HYMNS. [93-95 

Then shall my soul new life obtain, 
Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain. 

94 Welcome, Sweet Day. g, Mi 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

WELCOME, sweet day of rest, 
That saw the Lord arise : 
Welcome to this reviving breast, 
And these rejoicing eyes ! 

2 The King Himself comes near, 

And feasts His saints to-day ; 
Here we may sit, and see Him here, 
And love, and praise, and pray. 

3 One day in such a place, 

Where Thou, my God, art seen, 
Is sweeter than ten thousand clays 
Of pleasurable sin. 

4 My willing soul would stay 

In such a frame as this, 
And sit and sing herself away 
To everlasting bliss. 

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95 The Sacred Page. ft M, 

[By William Cowper.] 

HAT glory gilds the sacred page ! 
Majestic, like the sun, 
It gives a light to every age ; 
It gives, but borrows none. 
The power that gave it still supplies 
The gracious light and heat ; 

95, 96] HYMNS. 

Its truths upon the nations rise ; 
They rise, but never set. 

3 Lord ! everlasting thanks be Thine 

For such a bright display, 
As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beams of heavenly day. 

4 Our souls rejoicingly pursue 

The steps of Him we love, 
Till glory break upon our view 
In brighter worlds above. 

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96 All Thy Mercies. 0. M 

[By Joseph Addison.] 

TIEN all Thy mercies, O my God, 
My rising soul surveys, 
Transported with the view, I'm lost 
In wonder, love, and praise. 

2 To all my weak complaints and cries, 
Thy mercy lent an ear, 

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd 
To form themselves in prayer. 

3 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth 
With heedless steps, I ran ; 

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, 
And led me up to man. 

4 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, 
It gently clear'd my way ; 

And through the pleasing snares of vice, 
More to be fear'd than they. 


HYMNS. [96, 97 

Through every period of my life 

Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 
And after death, in distant worlds, 

The pleasing theme renew. 

Through all eternity to Thee 

A grateful song I'll raise ; 
But O ! eternity's too short 

To utter all Thy praise. 

97 Tlte Wondrous Cross. L, M, 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross 
On which the Prince of glory died, 
My richest gain I count but loss, 
And pour contempt on all my pride. 

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 

Save in the death of Christ, my God ; 
All the vain things that charm me most, 
I sacrifice them to His blood. 

3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, 

Sorrow and love flow mingled down : 
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 

That were a present far too small ; 
Love so amazing, so divine, 

Demands my soul, my life, my all. 


98, 99] HYMNS. 

98 Resting on God. fl t ]^ i 

[By Mrs. H. M. "Williams. We know nothing of the author of this mar- 
velously fine hymn, except her name, and that she was born 1762 and 
died \$27. Can any one change a solitary word in the fourth stanza with- 
out marring it '.'] 

WHILE Thee I seek, protecting Power, 
Be my vain wishes stilPd ; 
And may this consecrated hour 
With better hopes be fill'd. 

2 Thy love the power of thought bestQw'd ; 

To Thee my thoughts would soar : 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd ; 
That mercy I adore. 

3 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ; 
Each blessing to my soul most dear, 
Because conferral by Thee. 

4 In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise, 
Or seek relief in prayer. 

5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour, 

Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower, 
My soul shall meet Thy will. 

6 My lifted eye, without a tear, 

The gath'ring storm shall see : 
My steadfast heart shall know no fear ; 
That heart will rest on Thee. 

HYMNS. [99, lOO 

99 Heirs of Heaven. Oi M. 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

HY should the children of a King 


Go mourning all their days ? 
Great Comforter, descend and bring 
The tokens of Thy grace. 

2 Dost thou not dwell in all Thy saints, 

And seal the heirs of heaven ? 
When wilt Thou banish my complaints, 
And show my sins forgiven ? 

3 Assure my conscience of her part 

In the Redeemer's blood ; 
And bear Thy witness with my heart, 
That I am born of God. 

4 Thou art the earnest of His love, — 

The pledge of joys to come ; 
May Thy blest wings, celestial Dove, 
Safely convey me home. 

100 • Manifested in the Flesh. 0. M. 

[By Chaeles Wesley.] 

Y\7"ITH glorious clouds encompass'd round, 
V T Whom angels dimly see, 
Will the Unsearchable be found, 
Or God appear to me ? 

2 Will He forsake His throne above, — 
Himself to worms impart? 
Answer, Thou Man of grief and love, 
And speak it to my heart. 


100] HYMNS. 

3 In manifested love explain 

Thy wonderful design ; 
What meant the sufF'ring Son of man, - 
The streaming blood divine ? 

4 Didst Thou not in our flesh appear, 

And live and die below, 
That I might now perceive Thee near, 
And my Redeemer know ? 

5 Might view the Lamb in His own light, 

Whom angels dimly see ; 
And gaze, transported at the sight, 
To all eternity ? 


101 Crown Him. 0. M, 

"By Rev. Edward Pebeonet, one of the associates of the Wesleys, after- 
wards with Lady Huntingdon, then a dissenting minister. In 1808 the 
hymn was printed at Canterbury, Eng., on a card for the use of the Sun- 
day-school to which is appended the following notice of th» author : 
"Rev. Edward Perronet died at Canterbury, January 2, 1792. His dying 
words were ' Glory to God in the height of His divinity 1 Glory to God in 
the depth of His humanity ! Glory to God in His all-sufficiency I And 
into His hands I commend my spirit.' "] 

ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
Let angels prostrate fall ; 
Bring forth the royal diadem, 
And crown Him Lord of all. 

2 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, 

Ye ransom'd of the fall, 
Hail Him who saves you by His grace, 
And crown Him Lord of all. 

3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 

The wormwood and the gall ; 
Go, spread your trophies at His feet, 
And crown Him Lord of all. 

4 Let every tribe and every tongue 

That hear the Saviours call, 
Now shout in universal song, 
And crown Him Lord of all. 


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102 Soldier of the Cross. 0, M- 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

Mia soldier of the cross, 
A follower of the Lamb ? 
And shall I fear to own His cause, 
Or blush to speak His name ! 

2 Must I be carried to the skies 

On flowery beds of ease, 
While others fought to win the prize, 
And sailed through bloody seas ? 

3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 

Must I not stem the flood ? 
Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God ? 

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; 

Increase my courage, Lord ; 
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
Supported by Thy word. 

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 

Shall conquer, though they die ; 
They view the triumph from afar ; 
By faith they bring it nigh. 

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 

And all Thine armies shine 
In robes of victory through the skies, 
The glory shall be Thine. 

103 Amazing Grace. Qi Mi 

[By Rev. John Newton.] 

AMAZING grace ! how sweet the sound ! 
That saved a wretch like me : 



I once was lost, but now am found, 
Was blind, but now I see. 

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 

And grace my fears relieved : 
How precious did that grace appear 
The hour I first believed ! 

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 

I have already come ; 
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, 
And grace will lead me home. 

4 The Lord has promised good to me : 

His word my hope secures ; 
He will my shield and portion be 
As long as life endures. 

5 Yea, when this heart and flesh shall fail, 

And mortal life shall cease, 
I shall possess within the veil 
A life of joy and peace. 

104 Meeting, after Absence. g, JJ, 

[By Chaeles Wesley.] 

ND are we yet alive ! — 

And see each other's face ! — 
Glory and praise to Jesus give, 

For His redeeming grace. 
Preserved by power divine 

To full salvation here, 
Again in Jesus' praise we join, 

And in His sight appear. 
What troubles have we seen ! 

What conflicts have we passed ! 




Fightings without, and fears within, 

Since we assembled last ! 
But out of all the Lord 

Hath brought us by His love ; 
And still He doth His help afford, 

And hides our life above. 
3 Then let us make our boast 

Of His redeeming power, 
Which saves us to the uttermost, 

Till we can sin no more : 
Let us take up the cross, 

Till we the crown obtain ; 
And gladly reckon all things loss, 

So we may Jesus gain. 

105 The Joyous Prospect 0. M. 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

ND let this feeble body fail, 
And let it faint or die ; 
My soul shall quit the mournful vale, 

And soar to worlds on high ; 
Shall join the disembodied saints, 

And find its long-sought rest, — 
That only bliss for which it pants, 
In the Redeemer's breast. 
2 In hope of that immortal crown 
I now the cross sustain, 
And gladly wander up and down, 

And smile at toil and pain : 
I suffer on my threescore years, 
Till my Deliv'rer come, 


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And wipe away His servant's tears, 
And take His exile home. 

what hath Jesus bought for me ! 
Before my ravish'd eyes 

Rivers of life divine I see, 
And trees of Paradise: 

1 see a world of spirits bright, 

Who taste the pleasures there ; 
They all are robed in spotless white, 

And conqu'ring palms they bear. 
what are all my sufF 'rings here, 

If, Lord, Thou count me meet 
With that enraptured host t' appear, 

And worship at Thy feet ! 
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain : 

Take life or friends away, 
But let me find them all again 

In that eternal day. 

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\QQ Sunday Morning. L, JJ, 

[By Samuel Stexxett, D. D., an English Baptist.] 

NOTHER six days' work is done ; 
Another Sabbath is begun : 
Return, my soul, unto thy rest ; 
Enjoy the day Thy God hath blest. 

2 that my thoughts and thanks may rise, 
As grateful incense to the skies ! 
And draw from heaven that calm repose 
Which none but he who feels it knows ; 

3 That heavenly calm within the breast ! 
It is the pledge of that dear rest 



Which for the church of God remains, — 
Tfye end of cares, the end of pains. 
4 In holy duties let the day, 
In holy pleasures, pass away. 
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! 

][Q7 The Mercy-seat. 0. M« 

[By Rev. John Newton, in 1779.] 

APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat 
Where Jesus answers prayer ; 
There humbly fall before His feet, 
For none can perish there. 

2 Thy promise is my only plea, 

With this I venture nigh ; 
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee, 
And such, O Lord, am I. 

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, 

By Satan sorely prest, 
By war without and fears within, 
I come to Thee for rest. 

4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place, 

That, sheltered near Thy side, 
I may my fierce accuser face, 
And tell Him, Thou hast died ! 

5 wondrous love ! to bleed and die, 

To bear the cross and shame, 
That guilty sinners, such as I, 
Might plead Thy gracious name ! 

6 " Poor, tempest-tossed soul be still, 

My promised grace receive : " 



Tis Jesus speaks ! I must, I will, 

I can, I do believe. 

108 Abba, Father. P, M. 

[By Chaeles Wesley.] 

ARISE, my soul, arise ; 
Shake off thy guilty fears ; 
The bleeding Sacrifice 
In my behalf appears : 
Before the throne my Surety stands, 
My name is written on his Hands. 

2 He ever lives above, 

For me to intercede ; 
His all-redeeming love, 

His precious blood, to plead ; 
His blood atoned for all our race, 
And sprinkles now the throne of grace, 

3 Five bleeding wounds He bears, 

Received on Calvary; 
They pour effectual prayers, 

They strongly plead for me : 
Forgive him, forgive, they cry, 
Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. 

4 The Father hears Him pray, 

His dear anointed One : 
He cannot turn away 

The presence of His Son : 
His Spirit answers to the blood, 
And tells me I am born of God. 

5 My God is reconciled ; 

His pard'ning voice I hear : 



He owns me for His child ; 
I can no longer fear : — 
With confidence I now draw nigh, 
And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 
109 The Song of the Lamb. (J. M, 

[By William Hammond, a Calvinistic-Methodist preacher, afterward* 

a Moravian ; died 1783.] 

Rev. xt. 3. 4. 

AWAKE, and sing the song 
Of Moses and the Lamb! 
Wake, every heart, and every tongue, 
To praise the Saviour's name ! 

2 Sing of His dying love ; 

Sing of His rising power : 
Sing how He intercedes above, 
For those whose sins He bore. 

3 Sing, till we feel our hearts 

Ascending with our tongues ; 

Sing, till the love of sin departs, 

And grace inspires our songs. 

4 Sing on your heavenly way, 

Ye ransomed sinners, sing ! 
Sing on, rejoicing every day 
In Christ, th' exalted King. 

5 Soon shall we hear Him say, 

" Ye blessed children, come ! " 
Soon will He call us hence away 

To our eternal home. 
6 Soon shall our raptured tongue 

His endless praise proclaim, 
And sweeter voices tune the song 

Of Moses and the Lamb. 




110 Away with Fear. L, M. 

[By (Jhables Wesley. A paraphrase of Habakkuk iii. 17, 18. J 

WAY, my unbelieving fear, 
Fear shall in me no more have place ; 
My Saviour doth not yet appear, — 

He hides the brightness of His face : 
But shall I therefore let Him go, 

And basely to the tempter yield ? 
No, in the strength of Jesus, no, 

I never will give up my shield. 
2 Although the vine its fruit deny, 

Although the olive yield no oil, 
The with'ring fig-trees droop and die, 

The fields elude the tiller's toil, — 
The empty stall no herd afford, 

And perish all the bleating race, 
Yet will I triumph in the Lord, — 

The God of my salvation praise. 

HI The New Song. Q. M, 

[By Dr. Watts. Paraphrase of Kev. v.] 

BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb, 
Amid His Father's throne ; 
Prepare new honors for His name, 
And songs before unknown. 

2 Let elders worship at His feet, 

The Church adore around, 
With vials full of odors sweet, 
And harps of sweeter sound. 

3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, 

And these the hymns they raise : 



Jesus is kind to our complaints ; 

He loves to hear our praise. 
4 He has redeemed our souls with blood, 

Has broken every chain, 
Has made us kings and priests to God, 

And we with Him shall reign. 

]_12 Christian SijmjJathij. $, JJ, 

"By Rev. John Fawcett, D. D., born in 17, r >0 ; died in 1817. He was pastor 
of a poor Church in Yorkshire. The size of family led him to accept the 
call of a Baptist Church in London, but while the last of the wagons that 
were to transport his furniture was being packed, his poor people clung to 
him with tears and lamenting, that so moved him as to induce him to re- 
main. This gave origin to this hymn of mutual love, which has been sung 
by thousands of Christians. George III. made him offers of preferment, 
but he answered substantially that he " dwelt among his own people and 
needed nothing that even a King could bestow." He died in the pulpit 
while preaching to an immense congregation on the text, "lam this day 
going the way of all the earth." Joshua xxiii. 11.] 

BLEST be the tie that binds 
Our hearts in. Christian love ; 
The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne 

We pour our ardent prayers ; 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, — 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes ; 

Our mutual burdens bear ; 
And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 

4 When we asunder part, 

It gives us inward pain ; 
But we shall still be join'd in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 


This glorious hope revives 

Our courage by the way ; 
While each in expectation lives, 

And longs to see the day. 
From sorrow, toil, and pain, 

And sin we shall be free ; 
And perfect love and friendship reign 

Through all eternity. 


113 The Tear of Jubilee. P, M. 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

LOW ye the trumpet, blow 
The gladly solemn sound ; 
Let all the nations know, 

To earth's remotest bound, 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
Jesus, our great High-Priest, 

Hath full atonement made : 
Ye weary spirits, rest ; 

Ye mournful souls, be glad ; 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
Extol the Lamb of God, — 

The all-atoning Lamb ; 
Redemption in His blood 

Throughout the world proclaim : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
Ye slaves of sin and hell, 

Your liberty receive, 



And safe in Jesus dwell, 

And blest in Jesus live : 
The year of jublilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransonrd sinners, home. 

114 Breast the Wave, Christian. P, "JVf, 

BREAST the wave, Christian, when it is 
strongest ; 
Watch for day, Christian, when night is longest ; 
Onward and onward still be thine endeavor ; 
The rest that remaineth, endureth forever. 

2 Fight the fight, Christian ; Jesus is o'er thee ; 
Run the race, Christian ; heaven is before thee ; 
He who hath promised faltereth never ; 

0, trust in the love that endureth forever. 

3 Lift the eye, Christian, just as it closeth : 
Raise the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth : 
Nothing thy soul from the Saviour shall sever ; 
Then shalt thou mount upward to praise Him 


H5 The Pilgrim's Song. p, ]& 

[By Rev. John Cennick, an English Moravian of the last century.] 

CHILDREN of the heavenly King, 
As we journey let us sing ; 
Sing our Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in His works and ways. 
2 We are trav'ling home to God, 
In the way our fathers trod ; 
They are happy now, and we 
Soon their happiness shall see. 


3 O ye banish'd seed, be glad ; 

Christ our Advocate is made : 
Us to save our flesh assumes, — 
Brother to our souls becomes. 

4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
On the borders of our land ; 
Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, 
Bids us undismay'd go on. 

5 Lord ! obediently we'll go, 
Gladly leaving all below : 
Only Thou our leader be, 
And we still will follow Thee. 

116 The Resolution. 0, M, 

TBy Rev. Edmuxd Jones, a popular Welsh Baptist minister of the l*sl 

COME, humble sinner, in whose breast 
A thousand thoughts revolve, 
Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd. 
And make this last resolve : 

2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sins 

Like mountains round me close ; 
I know His courts, I'll enter in, 
Whatever may oppose. 

3 Prostrate I'll lie before His throne, 

And there my guilt confess ; 

I'll tell Him, I'm a wretch undone 

Without His sov'reign grace. 

4 Perhaps He will admit my plea, 

Perhaps will hear my prayer ; 
But, if I perish, I will pray, 
And perish only there. 

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5 I can but perish if I go — 

I am resolved to try ; 
For if I stay away, I know 
I must forever die. 

6 But if I die with mercy sought, 

When I the King have tried 
This were to die, delightful thought ! 
As sinner never died. 

117 Bliss-inspiring Hope. P, M ( 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

COME on, my partners in distress, 
My comrades through the wilderness, 
Who still your bodies feel : 
Awhile forget your griefs and fears, 
And look beyond this vale of tears, 
To that celestial hill. 

2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, 
Look forward to that heavenly place, 

The saints' secure abode ; 
On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, 
And force your passage to the skies, 

And scale the mount of God. 

3 Who suffer with our Master here, 
We shall before His face appear, 

And by His side sit down ; 
To patient faith the prize is sure ; 
And all that to the end endure 

The cross, shall wear the crown. 

4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope ! 
It lifts the fainting spirits up ; 



It brings to life the dead : 
Our conflicts here shall soon be past, 
And you and I ascend at last, 

Triumphant with our Head. 

5 That great mysterious Deity 
We soon with open face shall see ; 

The beatific sight 
Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise. 
And wide diffuse the golden blaze 

Of everlasting light. 

118 Come, ye Disconsolate. P, M, 

[By Thomas Moore, born in Ireland 1~S0 ; died in 18S2.J 

COME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish ; 
Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel : 
Here bring your w T ounded hearts, here tell your 
anguish ; 
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. 

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, 
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, — 

Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, — 
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure. 

3 Here see the' bread of life ; see waters flowing 
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above ; 

Come to the feast of love ; come, ever knowing — 
Earth has no sorrow but Heaven can remove. 

119 Glory begun Below. g, JJ, 

[By Dr. Watts. Improved by John Wesley.] 

CIOME, ye that love the Lord, 
) And let your joys be known ; 


• Join in a song with sweet accord, 
While ye surround His throne. 

2 The sorrows of the mind 

Be banished from this place, 
Religion never was designed 
To make our pleasures less. 

3 Let those refuse to sing 

Who never knew our God, 
But servants of the heavenly King 
May speak their joys abroad. 

4 The God that rules on high, 

That all the earth surveys, 
That rides upon the stormy sky, 
And calms the roaring seas ; 

5 This awful God is ours, 

Our Father and our love ; 
He will send down His heavenly powers, 
To carry us above. 

part n. 

1 There we shall see His face, 

And never, never sin : 
There, from the rivers of His grace, 
Drink endless pleasures in ; 

2 Yea, and before we rise 

To that immortal state, 
The thoughts of such amazing bliss 
Should constant joys create. 

3 The men of grace have found 

Glory begun below : 



Celestial fruit on earthly ground 
From faith and hope may grow. 

4 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets, 
Before we reach the heavenly fields 
Or walk the golden streets. 

5 Then let our songs abound, 

And every tear be dry : 
We're marching through Immanuel's ground. 
To fairer worlds on high. 

120 T? ie Invitation. P, M. 

[By Rev. Joseph Haet, an English Independent, born 1712 ; died 1768. 

COME, ye sinners, poor and needy, 
Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; 
Jesus ready stands to save you, 
Full of pity, love, and power : 

He is able, 
He is willing : doubt no more. 

2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome ; 

God's free bounty glorify ; 
True belief and true repentance, — 
Every grace that brings you nigh, — 

Without money, 
Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 

3 Let not conscience make you linger : 

Nor of fitness fondly dream : 
All the fitness He requireth 
Is to feel your need of Him : 

This he gives you, — 
'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam. 


120,121] SPIRITUAL SO^GS. 

4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 

Bruised and mangled by the fall ; 
If you tarry till you're better, 
You will never come at all ; 

Not the righteous, — 
Sinners Jesus came to call. 

5 Agonizing in the garden, 

Your Redeemer prostrate lies ; 

On the bloody tree behold Him ! 

Hear Him cry, before He dies, 

It is finish'd ! — 
Sinners, will not this suffice ? 

6 Lo ! th' incarnate God, ascending, 

Pleads the merit of His blood : 
Venture on Him , — venture freely ; 
Let no other trust intrude : 

None but Jesus 
Can do helpless sinners good. 

7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert. 

Sing the praises of the Lamb ; 
While the blissful seats of heaven 
Sweetly echo with His name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners here may do the same. 
121 Daughter of Zion! P, M 

DAUGHTER of Zion ! awake from thy sad- 
ness : 
Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more ; 
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of glad- 
ness ; 
Arise ! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 



2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that sub- 
dued them, 
And scattered their legions, was mightier far ; 
They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that 
pursued them ; 
For vain were their steeds and their chariots 
of war ! 
8 Daughter of Zion ! the power that hath saved 
Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should 
Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved 
Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free ! 


122 Depth of Mercy ! P, M, 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

EPTH of mercy! can there be 
Mercy still reserved for me ? 
Can my God His wrath forbear ? 
Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 

2 I have long withstood His grace ; 
Long provoked Him to His face ; 
"Would not hearken to His calls ; 
Grieved Him by a thousand falls. 

3 Now incline me to repent ; 
Let me now my sins lament ; 
Now my foul revolt deplore, 
Weep, believe, and sin no more. 

4 Kindled His relentings are ; 
Me He now delights to spare ; 


Cries, How shall I give thee up? — 
Lets the lifted thunder drop. 

5 There for me the Saviour stands ; 

Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands ; 
God is love ! I know, I feel ; 
Jesus weeps, and loves me still. 

123 The Mercy-seat L. M. 

[By Stowell.] 

FROM every stormy wind that blows, 
From every swelling tide of woes, 
There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 

2 There is a place, where Jesus sheds 
The oil of gladness on our heads ; 

A place than all besides more sweet, — 
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 

3 There is a scene, where spirits blend, 
Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; 
Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet 
Around one common mercy-seat. 

4 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, 
When tempted, desolate, dismay 'd ? 
Or how the hosts of hell defeat, 
Had suff'ring saints no mercy-seat ? 

5 There, there on eagles' wings we soar, 
And sin and sense molest no more ; 

Ancl heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
While glory crowns the mercy-seat. 

SPIRITUAL SONGS. [123, 124: 

6 My cunning hand shall lose its skill, 
My glowing tongue be cold and still, 
My bounding heart forget to beat 
Ere I forget the mercy-seat. 

124 Missionary Hymn. P, ]y[, 

[By Bishop Heber.] 

FROM Greenland's icy mountains, 
From India's coral strand ; 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 

Roll down their golden sand ; 
From many an ancient river, 
From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 

2 What though the spicy breezes 

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle : 
Though every prospect pleases, 

And only man is vile : 
In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strown ; 
The heathen in his blindness 

Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 

With wisdom from on high, 
Shall we to men benighted 

The lamp of life deny ? 
Salvation ! — O salvation ! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till earth's remotest nation 

Has learn'd Messiah's name. 

12-1, 125] SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 

And you, ye waters, roll, 
Till, like a sea of glory, 

It spread from pole to pole: 
Till o'er our ransom'd nature 

The Lamb for sinners slain, 
Redeemer, King, Creator, 

In bliss return to reign. 

125 The Cloud of Witnesses. Q M, 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise 
Within the veil, and see 
The saints above — how great their joys, 
How bright their glories be ! 

2 Once they were mourning here below, 

And wet their couch with tears ; 

They wrestled hard, as we do now, 

With sins and doubts and fears. 

3 I ask them whence their victory came ; 

They, with united breath, 
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb* 
Their triumph to His death. 

4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise 

For his own pattern given, 
While the long cloud of witnesses 
Show the same path to heaven. 



126 Be not Afraid. S. M. 

[Translated from the German of Rev. Paul Gebhard by Rev. John Wesley.] 

GIVE to the winds thy fears ; 
Hope, and be undismay'd ; 
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears ; 

God shall lift up thy head ; 
Through waves, and clouds, and storms, 

He gently clears thy way ; 
Wait thou His time, so shall this night 
Soon end in joyous day. 

2 Still heavy is thy heart ? 

Still sink thy spirits down ? 
Cast off the weight, — let fear depart, 
- And every care be gone. 
What though thou rulest not ; 

Yet heaven, and earth, and hell, 
Proclaim, — God sitteth on the throne, 

And ruleth all things well. 

3 Leave to His sov'reign sway 

To choose and to command : 
So shalt thou, wond'ring, own His way, 

How wise, how strong His hand ! 
Far, far above thy thought 

His counsel shall appear, 
"When fully He the work hath wrought 

That caused thy needless fear. 

127 Grace All-sufficient. S, M, 

[By Dr. Doddbidge.] 

GRACE ! 'tis a charming sound, 
Harmonious to the ear ; 



Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
And all the earth shall hear. 

2 Grace first contrived a way 

To save rebellious man ; 
And all the steps that grace display 
Which drew the wondrous plan. 

3 Grace taught my roving feet 

To tread the heavenly road ; 
And new supplies each hour I meet, 
While pressing on to God. 

4 Grace all the work shall crown, 

Through everlasting days ; 
It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
And well deserves our praise. 


128 " Lovest Thou Me f P, M, 

[By William- Cowter.] 

ARK, my soul, it is the Lord ; 

'Tis thy Saviour, — hear His word, 
Jesus speaks, He speaks to thee : 
" Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ? 
u I delivered thee when bound, 
And when wounded heal'd thy wound, 
Sought thee wandering, set thee right, 
Turn'd thy darkness into light. 
" Can a woman's tender care 
Cease toward the child she bare ? 
Yes, she may forgetful be, 
Yet will / remember thee. 
" Mine is an unchanging love, 
Higher than the heights above, 



Deeper than the depths beneath, 
Free and faithful, strong as death. 
" Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
When the work of grace is done; 
Partner of my throne shall be: 
Say. poor sinner, lov'st thou me ? " 
Lord, ft is my chief complaint 
That my love is still so faint, 
Yet I love Thee and adore : 
for grace to love Thee more ! 


129 Christ's Kingdom. P, M. 

r P>y James Montgomery. Paraphrase of Psalm 72.] 

AIL to the Lord's anointed, 
Great David's greater Son ! 
Hail, in the time appointed. 

His reign on earth begun ! 
He comes to break oppression, — 

To set the captive free ; 
To take away trangression, 
And rule in equity. 

2 He comes, with succor speedy, 

To those who suffer wrong ; 
To help the poor and needy, 

And bid the weak be strong ; 
To give them songs for sighing, — 

Their darkness turn to light, — 
Whose souls, condemn'd and dying, 

Were precious in His sight. 

3 He shall descend like showers 

Upon the fruitful earth, 



And love and joy, like flowers, 

Spring in His path to birth : 
Before Him, on the mountains, 

Shall Peace, the herald, go, 
And righteousness, in fountains, 

From hill to valley flow. 
4 To Him shall prayer unceasing, 

And daily vows ascend ; 
His kingdom still increasing, — 

A kingdom without end : 
The tide of time shall never 

His covenant remove ; 
His name shall stand forever ; 

That name to us is Love. 


130 " Christ is Bom." P, M, 

[By Charles' Wesley.] 

AEK ! the herald angels sing, 
'• Glory to the new-born King ! 
Peace on earth, and mercy mild ; 
God and sinners reconciled." 
Joyful, all ye nations, rise ; 
Join the triumphs of the skies ; 
With th' angelic hosts proclaim, 
" Christ is born in Bethlehem." 
Mild He lays His glory by ; 
Born that man no more may die ; 
Born to raise the sons of earth ; 
Born to give them second birth. 
Let us, then, with angels sing, 
" Glory to the new-born King ! — 



Peace on earth, and mercy mild ; 
God and sinners reconciled ! " 


131 The Song of Jubilee. P, M, 

[By James Moxtgomeht.] 

ARK ! the song of jubilee ; 
Loud as mighty thunders roar, 
Or the fullness of the sea, 

"When it breaks upon the shore : 
Hallelujah! for the Lord 

God omnipotent shall reign ; 
Hallelujah ! let the word 

Echo round the earth and main. 

Hallelujah ! — hark ! the sound, 
From the centre to the. skies, 

Wakes above, beneath, around, 
All creation's harmonies : 

See Jehovah's banners furl'd ; 
Sheath'd His sword: lie speaks — 'tis done, 

And the kingdoms of this world 
Are the kingdoms of His Son. 

He shall reign from pole to pole 

With illimitable sway ; 
He shall reign, when, like a scroll, 

Yonder heavens have pass'd away : 
Then the end ; — beneath His rod, 

Man's last enemy shall fall ; 
Hallelujah ! Christ in God. 

God in Christ, is all in all. 



132 Jesus Reigns. P, M, 

[By Rev. Thomas Kelly, a popular Irish preacher, born 17G9 ; died in 

HARK ! ten thousand harps and voices 
Sound the note of praise above : 
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices : 

Jesus reigns," the God of love: 
See, He sits on yonder throne : 
Jesus rules the world alone. 

2 Jesus, hail ! whose glory brightens 

All above, and gives it worth : 
Lord of life, Thy smile enlightens, 

Cheers, and charms Thy saints on earth: 
When we think of love like Thine, 
Lord, we own it love divine. 

3 King of glory, reign forever : 

Thine an everlasting crown : 
Nothing from Thy love shall sever 

Those whom Thou hast made Thine own : 
Happy objects of Thy grace, 
Destined to behold Thy face. 

i Saviour, hasten Thine appearing : 
Bring, O bring the glorious day, 

When, the joyful summons hearing, 
Heaven and earth shall pass away : 

Then, with golden harps, we'll sing, 

" Glory, glory to our King ! " 



]3 3 Leo/ling Captivity Captive. Jj. M. 

[Bv Dr. Watts. In most versions the first line is 2iven, " He dies ! the 
Friend of sinners dies '. " In this, the original line'of "Watts is restored. 
All other deviations from the original are by John Wesley, probably the 
most judicious mender of hymns the Church has produced.] 

HE dies ! the Heavenly Lover dies ! 
Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around : 
A solemn darkness veils the skies. 

A sudden trembling shakes the ground : 
Come, saints, and drop a tear or two 

For Him who groan'd beneath your load ; 
He shed a thousand drops for you, — 
A thousand drops of richest blood. 

2 Here's love and grief bevond decree : 

The Lord of glory dies for man ! 
But lo ! what sudden joys we see : 

Jesus, the dead, revives again. 
The rising God forsakes the tomb ; 

In vain the tomb forbids His rise; 
Cherubic legions guard Him home, 

And shout Him welcome to the skies. 

3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 

How high your great Deliv'rer reigns ; 
Sing how He spoil'd the hosts of hell, 

And led the monster Death in chains : 
Say, Live forever, wondrous King! 

Born to redeem, and strong to save ; 
Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting ? 

And, Where's thy vict'ry, boasting Grave ? 

134:, 135] SPIRITUAL SONGS. 


134 ; < That Blessed Hope:' P, JJ. 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

EAD of the Church triumphant, 
We joyfully adore Thee ; 
Till Thou appear, Thy members here 

Shall sing like those in glory : 
We lift our hearts and voices 

With blest anticipation ; 
And cry aloud, and give to God 
The praise of our salvation. 

2 Thou dost conduct Thy people 

Through torrents of temptation ; 
Nor will we fear, while Thou art near, 

The fire of tribulation : 
The world, with sin and Satan, 

In vain our march opposes ; 
By Thee we shall break through them all, 

And sing the song of Moses. 

3 By faith we see the glory 

To which Thou shalt restore us ; 
The cross despise for that high prize 

Which Thou hast set before us : 
And if Thou count us worthy, 

We each, as dying Stephen, 
Shall see Thee stand at God's right hand, 

To take us up to heaven. 

135 Precious Promises. P, M, 

[By Rev. John Kiekham, an early English Methodist. This hymn first 
appeared in Rippon'a Selection in 178i\] 

OW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 
Is laid for your faith in His excellent word.' 




WTiat more can He say than to you He hath said, 
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled ? 

2 " Fear not : I am with thee : be not dis- 

may'd ! 
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid : 
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to 

Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 

3 " When through the deep waters I call thee to 

The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow ; 
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, 
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 

4 '•' When through fiery trials thy pathway shall 

My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply : 
The flame shall not hurt thee : I only design 
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 

5 ;i E'en down to old age, all my people shall 

My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; 
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, 
Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 

6 " The soul that on Jesus still leans for repose, 
I will not, I will not desert to his foes : 

That soul, though all hell should endeavor to 

I'll never, no never, NO KEVEB forsake." 



136 Assurance of Hope. (J, M 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

HOW happy every child of grace, 
"Who knows his sins forgiven ! 
This earth, he cries, is not my place ; 

I seek my place in heaven : 
A country far from mortal sight, 

Yet O, by faith I see ; 
The land of rest, the saints' delight, — 
The heaven prepared for me. 

2 what a blessed hope is ours ! 

While here on earth we stay, 
We more than taste the heavenly powers, 

And antedate that day : 
We feel the resurrection near, — 

Our life in Christ conceal'd, — 
And with His glorious presence here 

Our earthen vessels fill'd. 

3 O would He more of heaven bestow ! 

And when the vessels break, 
Let our triumphant spirits go 

To grasp the God we seek ; 
In rapturous awe on Him to gaze, 

Who bought the sight for me ; 
And shout and wonder at His grace 

To all eternity. 

137 The Pilgrim's Lot. P, M; 

[By Rev. Joiin Wesley.] 

HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot ; 
How. free from every anxious thought, 



From worldly hope and fear ! 
Confined to neither court nor cell, 
His soul disdains on earth to dwell, 

He only sojourns here. 

2 This happiness in part is mine, 
Already saved from low design, 

From every creature-love ; 
Blest with the scorn of finite good ; 
My soul is lighten'd of its load, 

And seeks the things above.. 

3 There is my house and portion fair ; 
My treasure and my heart are there, 

And my abiding home ; 
For me my elder brethren stay, 
And angels beckon me away, 

And Jesus bids me come. 

4 I come, Thy servant, Lord, replies ; 
I come to meet Thee in the skies, 

And claim my heavenly rest ! 
Soon will the pilgrim's journey end ; 
Then, my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 

Receive me to Thy breast ! 

138 Sufficiency of Jesus. P, M 

By Kev. John Newton.] 

HOW tedious and tasteless the hours 
When Jesus no longer I see ! 
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers 

Have all lost their sweetness to me ; 
The midsummer sun shines but dim, 
The fields strive in vain to look gay ; 


But when I am happy in Him, 
December 's as pleasant as May. 

2 His name yields the richest perfume, 

And sweeter than music His voice ; 
His presence disperses my gloom, 

And makes all within me rejoice ; 
I should, were He always thus nigh, 

Have nothing to wish or to fear ; 
No mortal so happy as I, — 

My summer would last all the year. 

3 Content with beholding His face, 

My all to His pleasure resign'd, 
No changes of season or place 

Would make any change in my mind : 
While blest with a sense of His love, 

A palace a toy would appear ; 
And prisons would palaces prove, 

If Jesus would dwell with me there. 

4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am Thine, 

If Thou art my sun and my song, 
Say, why do I languish and pine ? 

And why are my winters so long? 
drive these dark clouds from my sky ; 

Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; 
Or take me to Thee up on high, 

Where winter and clouds are no more. 

£39 " I heard the Voice of Jesus" (JiM 

"By Hokatius Bonak, D. D., of the Free Church of Scotland, born 180& 
This hymn written in lSolJ.] 


HEARD the voice of Jesus say, 
" Come unto me and rest; 



Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 

Thy head upon my breast : " 
I came to Jesus as I was, 

Weary, and worn, and sad; 
I found in Him a resting-place, 

And He has made me glad. 
I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

" Behold. I freely give 
The living-water ! thirsty one, 

Stoop down, and drink, and live." 
I came to Jesus, and I drank 

Of that life-giving stream : 
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 

And now I live in Him. 
I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

" I am this dark world's light : 
Look unto me ; thy morn shall rise, 

And all thy day be bright." 
I looked to Jesus, and I found 

In Him my Star, my Sun ; 
And in that light of life I'll walk 

Till all my journey's done. 

L40 " H e } iat h borne our Griefs" p, JJ 

[By Dr. Bosae. Suggested by Isa. liii. 4.] 

LAY my sins on Jesus, 
The spotless Lamb of God ; 
He bears them all and frees us 
From the accursed load : 


I bring my guilt to Jesus, 
To wash my crimson stains 



White in His blood most precious, 
Till not a stain remains. 

2 I lay my wants on Jesus ; 

All fullness dwells in Him ; 
He heals all my diseases, 

He doth my soul redeem : 
I lay my griefs on Jesus, 

My burdens and my cares ; 
He from them all releases, 

He all my sorrow shares. 

3 I rest my soul on Jesus, 

This weary soul of mine ; 
His right hand me embraces, 

I on His breast recline. 
I love the name of Jesus, 

Immanuel, Christ, the Lord ; 
Like fragrance on the breezes, 

His name abroad is poured. 

141 Everlasting Praises. P, M 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath ; 
And when my voice is lost in death, 
Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past. 
While life, and thought, and being last, 
Or immortality endures. 

2 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
On Israel's God ; He made the sky, 

And earth, and seas, with all their train ; 


His truth forever stands secure ; 
He saves th' oppress'd. He feeds the poor, 
And none shall find His promise vain. 

The Lord pours eyesight on the blind ; 
The Lord supports the fainting mind ; 

He sends the lab'ring conscience peace ; 
He helps the stranger in distress, 
The widow and the fatherless, 

And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 

I'll praise Him while He lends me breath ; 
And when my voice is lost in death, 

Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
While life, and thought, and being last, 

Or immortality endures. 


142 Victory. S. M, 

[By Chaeles Wesley.] 

THE good fight have fought, — 
O when shall I declare ! 
The vict'ry by my Saviour got, 
1 long with Paul to share. 

2 O may I triumph so, 
When all my warfare 's past ; 

And, dying, find my latest foe 
Under my feet at last ! 

3 This blessed word be mine, 
Just as the port is gain'd, — 

Kept by the power of grace divine, 
I have the faith maintain'd. 



4 Th' apostles of my Lord, 

To whom it first was given, 
They could not speak a greater word, 
Nor all the saints in heaven. 


143 The Wandering Sheep. g, M, 

[By Rev. Dr. Bokak, of Scotland.] 

WAS a wand'ring sheep, 
I did not love the fold ; 
I did not love my Shepherd 's voice, 

I would not be controll'd ; 
I was a wayward child, 

I did not love my home ; 
I did not love my Father's voice, 

I loved afar to roam. 

2 The Shepherd sought His sheep, 
The Father sought His child : 

They follow'd me o'er vale and hill, 

O'er deserts, waste and wild ; 
They found me nigh to death 

Famish'd, and faint, and lone ; 
They bound me with the bands of love, 

They saved the wand'ring one. 

3 Jesus my Shepherd is, 
'Twas He that loved my soul ; 

'Twas He that wash'd me in His blood, 
'Twas He that made me whole ; 

No more a wand'ring sheep, 
I love to be controll'd ; 

I love my tender Shepherd's voice, 
I love the peaceful fold, 


]_44 I would not live alio ay. p, J/[ t 

fBy William Augustus Muhlenbekg, D. D., founder and rector of 
St. Luke's Hospital, N. Y. This hymn first appeared in the I. 
Recorder in 1824. A Committee was appointed by the General Conven- 
tion of the Protestant Episcopal Church to prepare a new hymn-book ; 
and this was offered by a member, and was ted, Dr. Muhlen- 

berg himself being a member of the Committee and voting against it. It 
was subsequently adopted, and has beeu ever since immensely popular.] 

I WOULD not live alway ; I ask not to stay 
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er 
the way ; 
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here 
Are enough for life's joys, full enough for its 

2 I would not live alway ; no — welcome the 

Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its 

gloom : 
There sweet be my rest till He bid me arise, 
To hail Him in triumph descending the skies. 

3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, 
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the 

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ? 

4 There saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
Their Saviour and brethren transported to 

greet ; 
While anthems of rapture unceasinglv roll, 
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the 





145 Rest for the Weary. P, ]£ t 

N the Christian's home in glory 
There remains a land of rest, 
Where the Saviour 's gone before me, 

To fulfill my soul's request. 
There is rest for the weary, there is rest foi 
the weary, 
There is rest for you. 
On the other side of Jordan, 
In the sweet fields of Eden, 
Where the tree of life is blooming, 
There is rest for you. 

2 He is fitting up my mansion, 

Which eternally shall stand ; 
My stay will not be transient 
In that holy, happy land. 
There is rest, etc. 

3 Pain nor sickness e'er can enter ; 

Grief nor woe my lot shall share ; 
But in that celestial centre 
I a crown of life shall wear. 
There is rest, etc. 

4 Death itself shall then be vanished, 

And its sting shall be withdrawn ; 
Shout with gladness, O ye ransomed ! 
Hail with joy the happy morn. 
There is rest, etc. 



X46 Consecration. P, JJ. 

[By Rev. Henby Fbancis Ltte, born in Scotland in 1793 ; died in 1847; 
and buried in Nice.] 


JESUS, I my cross have taken, 
All to leave and follow Thee, 
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken — 

Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. 
Perish every fond ambition — 

All I've sought, or hoped, or known ; 
Yet how rich is my condition — 
God and heaven are all my own. 

2 Let the world despise and leave me — 

They have left my Saviour too ; 
Human hopes and looks deceive me, 

Thou art not like them untrue ; 
And while Thou shalt smile upon me, 

God of wisdom, love, and might ; 
Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me 

Show Thy face and all is bright. 

3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure — 

Come disaster, scorn, and pain ; 
In Thy service, pain is pleasure ; 

With Thy favor loss is gain. 
I have called Thee Abba, Father ; 

I have set my heart on Thee ; 
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather : 

All must work for good to me. 

1 Man may trouble and distress me, 
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast ; 



Life with trials hard may press me, 
Thou canst give me sweetest rest. 

0, 'tis not in grief to harm me, 
While Thy love is left to me ; 

0, 'twere not in joy to charm me, 
Were that joy unmixed with Thee ! 

2 Know, my soul, thy full salvation; 

Rise o'er sin and fear and care ; 
Joy to find, in every station, 

Something still to do and bear. 
Think what spirit dwells within thee, 

Think what Father's smiles are thine, 
Think that Jesus died to win thee ; 

Child of heaven, canst thou repine ? 

3 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 

Arm'd -by faith, and wing'd by prayer ; 
Heaven's eternal days before thee, 

God's own hand shall guide thee there 
Soon shall close thine earthly mission, 

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days : 
Hope shall change to glad fruition — 

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 

147 Christ the Way. L. M, 

[By Rev. John Cennick.] 

JESUS, my All, to heaven is gone — 
He whom I fix my hopes upon ; 
His track I see, and I'll pursue 
The narrow way, till Him I view. 
2 The way the holy prophets went, 
The way that leads from banishment, 


SPIRITUAL SOXGS. [147, 1-48 

The King's high way of holiness, 
I'll go, for all His paths are peace. 

3 This is the way I long had sought, 
And mourned because I found it not ; 
Till late I heard my Saviour say, 

" Come hither, soul ; I am the way." 

4 Lo ! glad I come ; and Thou, blest Lamb ! 
Wilt take me guilty as I am : 

.Nothing but sin I Thee can give ; 
Nothing but love shall I receive. 

5 Then will I tell to sinners round 
How dear a Saviour I have found : 
I'll point to Thy redeeming blood, 
And say, " Behold the way to God." 

148 The Reign of Christ. L, M, 

[By Dr. Watts. Paraphrase of Psalm 72.J 

ESUS shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run ; 
His kingdom spread from shore to shore, 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 For Him shall endless prayer be made, 
And endless praises crown His head ; 
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 

3 People and realms, of every tongue, 
Dwell on His love with sweetest song; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on His name. 

4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns ; 
The prisoner leaps to loose His chains ; 




The weary find eternal rest, 

And all the sons of want are blest. 

5 Let every creature rise and bring 
Peculiar honors to our King, 
Angels descend with songs again, 
And earth repeat the loud Amen. 

149 The New Jerusalem. Q, |£, 

fThis hymn first became generally known by its appearance in a collection 
by James Montgomery, who declared that he was not the author, but 
that he considered it one of the finest in the language. There is a manu- 
script copy of about half the hymn now in the British Museum. It bears 
the initials " F. B. P." and the date " 161G," and the words, "to the tune 
Diana." It is almost universally* popular in Scotland. It is probably a de- 
scendant of an old Latin hymn.J 

JERUSALEM! my happy home ! 
Name ever dear to me ! 
When shall my labors have an end, 
In joy and peace, in thee ? 

2 O ! when, thou city of my God, 

Shall I thy courts ascend, 
Where congregations ne'er break up, 
Where Sabbaths have no end? 

3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, 

Nor sin nor sorrow know : 
Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scenes, 
I onward press to you. 

4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe ? 

Or feel at death dismay ? 
I've Canaan's goodly land in view, 
And realms of endless day. 

5 Jerusalem ! my glorious home ! 

My soul still pants for thee : 



Then shall my labors have an end 
When I thy joys shall see. 

150 Joyfully. p, M. 

[By Rev. W. H. Hunter, an American Methodist clergyman.] 

JOYFULLY, joyfully, onward I move, 
Bound for the land of bright spirits above : 
Angelic choristers sing as I come, 
Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 

2 Soon with my pilgrimage ended below, 
Home to that land of delight will I go ; 
Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam, 
Joyfully, joyfully resting at home. 

3 Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear : 
Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear ! 
Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome, 
Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 

4 Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, 
Death shall be banish'd, His sceptre be gone : 
Joyfully then shall I witness his doom, 
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. 

151 " Joy to the World! " 0. M. 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

JOY to the world ! the Lord is come ! 
Let earth receive her King ; 
Let every heart prepare Him room, 
And heaven and nature sing. 

2 Joy to the world ! the Saviour reigns ! 
Let men their songs employ ; 

9 123 


While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains 
Repeat the sounding joy. 

3 No more let sin and sorrow grow, 

Nor thorns infest the ground : 
He comes to make His blessings flow 
Far as the curse is found. 

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 

And makes the nations prove 
The glories of His righteousness, 
And wonders of His love. 

152 Comfort for Mourners. Jji Mi 

"By William C. Bryant. Rearranged and very slightly altered by the 

IET not the good man's trust depart, 
J Though life its common gifts deny, — 
Though with a pierced and broken heart, 
And spurn'd of men, he goes to die. 

2 The light of smiles shall fill again 

The lids that overflow with tears ; 
And weary hours of woe and pain 
Are promises of happier years. 

3 There is a day of sunny rest 

For every dark and troubled night ; 
Grief may abide an evening guest, 
Yet joy shall come with early light. 

4 For God has mark'd each sorrowing day, 

And number'd every secret tear ; 
And heaven's eternal bliss shall pay 
F'or all His children suffer here. 


SPIRITUAL SONGS. [1.53, 154 

153 Lofty Joys. L, M. 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

LORD, how secure and blest are they 
Who feel the joys of pardon'd sin ; 
Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, 
Their minds have heaven and peace within. 

2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads, 

Made up of innocence and love ; 
And soft, and silent as the shades, 
Their nightly minutes gently move. 

3 How oft they see th' heavenly hills, 

Where groves of living pleasure grow ; 
And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles, 
Sit undisturb'd upon their brow. 

4 They scorn to seek earth's golden toys, 

But spend the day, and share the night, 
In numbering o'er the richer joys 

That heaven prepares for their delight. 

154 He Comes! P.M. 

[By Rev. Thomas Olivers, born in Wales 1725, and died in London 1799. 
He was one of John Wesley's early assistants, who calls him his "noble 
cobbler." This hymn was sung in St. Paul's Cathedral, London, La 
1753, as an Advent hymn. "Such honor have" not "all His saints." 
The hymn was suggested by Rev. i. 7. 

LO ! He comes in clouds descending, 
Once for favored sinners slain ; 
Thousand thousand saints attending 
Swell the triumph of His train : 

Alleluia ! 
Christ appears on earth again. 
2 Every eye shall now behold Him 
Robed in dreadful majesty ; 



They who set at naught and sold Him, 
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, 

Deeply wailing, 
Shall the true Messiah see. 

3 These dear tokens of His passion 

Still His dazzling body bears ; 
Cause of endless exultation 
To His ransomed worshippers ; 

With what rapture 
Gaze we on those glorious scars. 

4 Yea, amen, let all adore Thee, 

High on Thine eternal throne ; 
Saviour, take the power and glory ; 
Claim the Kingdoms for Thine own ; 

come quickly ! 
Alleluia ! Amen. 

155 The Brink of Fate. P, M, 

"By Charles Wesley. Suggested to him while standing upon Land's 
End, and seeing the ocean breaking at his feet.] 

LO ! on a narrow neck of land, 
'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, 
Secure, insensible : 
A point of time, a moment's space, 
Removes me to that heavenly place, 
Or shuts me up in hell. 

2 O God, mine inmost soul convert, 
And deeply on my thoughtful heart 

Eternal things impress : 
Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
And tremble on the brink of fate, 

And wake to righteousness. 



3 Before me place, in dread array, 
The pomp of that tremendous day, 

When Thou with clouds shalt come 
To judge the nations at Thy bar ; 
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there 

To meet a joyful doom ? 

4 Be this my one great business here — 
With serious industry and fear 

Eternal bliss t' insure ; 
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill, 
And suffer all Thy righteous will, 

And to the end endure. 

5 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 
Transported from this vale, to live 

And reign with Thee above, 
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
And hope in full, supreme delight, 

And everlasting love. 

156 Home. P, M. 

[By Rev. David Desham, an English Baptist minister J 

"A TID scenes of confusion and creature com- 
ItX plaints, 

How sweet to my soul is communion with saints : 
To find at the banquet of mercy there 's room, 
And feel, in the presence of Jesus, at home. 

Home, home, sweet, sweet home : 
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for heaven, my 




2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of 

And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot 

cease : 
Though oft from Thy presence in sadness I roam, 
I long to behold Thee in glory, at home. 

3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, 
Which hinders my joy and communion with Thee : 
Though now my temptations like billows may 

All, all will be peace when I'm with Thee at 

4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, 

O give me submission and strength as my day : 
In all my afflictions to Thee would I come, 
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 

157 Christmas Carol. 0. M, 

[By Rev. Samuel Medley, an English Baptist clergyman. He had been 
very profane in early life, and was converted under Whitefield's preach- 
ing. He was born 1<38, and died in 17itt).] 

MORTALS, awake, with angels join, 
And chant the solemn lay ; 
Joy, love, and gratitude combine, 
To hail th' auspicious day. 

2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began, 
And sweet seraphic fire 
Through all the shining legions ran ; 
And strung and tuned the lyre. 

8 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 
And loud the echo roll'd ; 



The theme, the song, the joy, was new, — 
'Twas more than heaven could hold. 

4 Down through the portals of the sky 

The impetuous torrent ran ; 
And angels flew, with eager joy, 
To bear the news to man. 

5 With joy the chorus we repeat, — 

Glory to God on high ! 
Good-will and peace are now complete — 
Jesus was born to die. 

6 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail ! 

Redeemer, Brother, Friend ! 
Though earth, and time, and life shall fail, 
Thy praise shall never end. 

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158 The Cross and the Crown. 0, M, 

[By G. N. Alle]ST.] 

UST Jesus bear the cross alone, 
And all the world go free ? 
No : there's a cross for every one, 
And there's a cross for me. 

How happy are the saints above 
"Who once went sorrowing here ; 

But now they taste unmingled love, 
And joy without a tear. 

The consecrate'd cross I'll bear, 

Till death shall set me free, 
And then go home my crown to wear, — 

For there's a crown for me ! 



159 The Shining Shore. P, M, 

MY days are gliding swiftly by, 
And I, a pilgrim stranger, 
Would not detain them as they fly, — 
Those hours of toil and danger : 

For O ! we stand on Jordan's strand, 

Our friends are passing over ; 
And, just before, the shining shore 
We may almost discover. 

2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, 

Our distant home discerning, 
Our absent Lord has left us word, — 
Let every lamp be burning: 
For O ! etc. 

3 Should coming days be cold and dark, 

We need not cease our singing ; 
That perfect rest nought can molest, 
Where golden harps are ringing : 
For O ! etc. 

4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, 

Each chord on earth to sever, — 
Our King says " Come ; " and there's our home 
Forever and forever. 
For ! etc. 

160 Courage, my Soul 0, M, 

[By William Cotvpek.] 

Y span of life will soon be done, 
The passing moments say ; 
As lengthening shadows o'er the mead 
Proclaim the close of day. 

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2 O that my heart might dwell aloof 

From all created things ; 
And learn that wisdom from above 
Whence true contentment springs. 

3 Courage, my soul ; thy bitter cross, 

In every trial here, 
Shall bear thee to thy heaven above, 
But shall not enter there. 

4 The sighing ones, that humbly seek 

In sorrowing paths below, 
Shall in eternity rejoice, 

Where endless comforts flow. 

5 Soon will the toilsome strife be o'er 

Of sublunary care, 
And life's dull vanities no more 
This anxious breast ensnare. 

6 Courage, my soul ; on God rely ; 

Deliv'rance soon will come ; 
A thousand ways has Providence 
To bring believers home. 

161 The Gospel Banner. P, M, 

[By Thomas Hastings, Mus. Doc, born in Connecticut in 1784.] 

OW be the gospel banner 
In every land unfurl'd ; 
And be the shout, Hosanna ! 

Reecho'd through the world : 
Till every isle and nation, 

Till every tribe and tongue 
Receive the great salvation, 
And join the happy throng. 




2 What though th' embattled legions 

Of earth and hell combine ? 
His arm, throughout their regions, 

Shall soon resplendent shine : 
Ride on, O Lord, victorious ! 

Immanuel, Prince of peace, 
Thy triumph shall be glorious : 

Thine empire still increase. 

3 Yes, Thou shalt reign forever, 

O Jesus, King of kings : 
Thy light, Thy love, Thy favor, 

Each ransom'd captive sings : 
The isles for Thee are waiting, 

The deserts learn Thy praise : 
The hills and valleys greeting, 

The song responsive raise. 

X62 Evening Worship. 0. M, 

[By Rev. John Mason, an English clergyman, who died in 1694.] 

OW from the altar of our hearts 
Let warmest thanks arise ; 
Assist us, Lord, to offer up 
Our evening sacrifice. 

2 This day God was our sun and shield, 
Our Keeper and our Guide ; 

His care was on our weakness shown, — 
His mercies multiplied. 

3 Minutes and mercies multiplied, 
Have made up all this day ; 

Minutes came quick, but mercies were 
More swift and free than they. 




4 New time, new favors, and new joys, 
Do a new song require : 
Till we shall praise Thee as we would, 
Accept our heart's desire. 

163 The Stubborn Heart. L, M. 

[By Rev. Joseph Hart.] 

FOR a glance of heavenly day 
To take this stubborn heart away ; 
And thaw, with beams of love divine, 
This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 

2 The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake 
The seas can roar ; the mountains shake ; 
Of feeling, all things show some sign, 
But this unfeeling heart of mine. 

3 To hear the sorrows Thou hast felt, 
O Lord, an adamant would melt ; 
But I can read each moving line, 
And nothing moves this heart of mine. 

4 Thy judgments too, which devils fear — 
Amazing thought ! — unmoved I hear ; 
Goodness and wsath in vain combine 
To stir this stupid heart of mine. 

5 But power divine can do the deed ; 
And, Lord, that power I greatly need : 
Thy Spirit can from dross refine, 

And melt and change this heart of mine. 

164 Praise His Power. Q f j\J t 

[By Charles "Wesley.] 

FOR a thousand tongues, to sing 
My great Redeemer's praise ; 



The glories of my God and King, 
The triumphs of His grace. 

2 My gracious Master, and my God, 

Assist me to proclaim, — 
To spread, through all the earth abroad, 
The honors of Thy Name. 

3 Jesus ! — the Name that charms our fears, 

That bids our sorrows cease ; 
'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 
'Tis life, and health, and peace. 

4 He breaks the power of reigning sin, 

He sets the pris'ner free ; 
His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
His blood avail'd for me. 

5 He speaks, — and list'ning to His voice, 

New life the dead receive ; 
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice ; 
The humble poor believe. 

6 Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb, 

Your loosen'd tongues employ ; 
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come ; 
And leap, ye lame, for joy. 

165 The Glorious Hope. P, M, 

[By CnAKLES Wesley.] 

GLORIOUS hope of perfect love, 
It lifts me up to things above ; 
It bears on eagles' wings ; 
It gives my ravish'd soul a taste, 
And makes me for some moments feast 
With Jesus' priests and kings. 



2 Rejoicing now in earnest hope, 

I stand, and from the mountain top 

See all the land below : 
Rivers of milk and honey rise, 
And all the fruits of paradise 

In endless plenty grow. 

3 A land of corn, and wine, and oil, 
Favor'd with God's peculiar smile, 

With every blessing blest ; 
There dwells the Lord our Righteousness, 
And keeps His own in perfect peace, 

And everlasting rest. 

4 that I might at once go up ; 
No more on this side Jordan stop, 

But now the land possess ; 
This moment end my legal years ; 
Sorrows and sins, and doubts and fears, 

A howling wilderness. 

166 Holy Vows. L. M. 

[By Dr. Doddeidge.] 

HAPPY day that fix'd my choice 
On Thee, my Saviour and my God ! 
Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
And tell its raptures all abroad. 

2 'Tis done, the great transaction 's done ; 
I am my Lord's, and He is mine ; 

He drew me, and I follow'd on, 

Charm'd to confess the voice divine. 

3 Now rest, my long-divided heart ; 
Fix'd on this blissful centre, rest; 


Nor ever from Thy Lord depart : 
"With Him of every good possess'd. 
4 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 
That vow renew'd shall daily hear, 

Till in life's latest hour I bow, 

And bless in death a bond so dear. 

167 Joys of First Love. P, M, 

[By Charles "Wesley.] 

OHOW happy are they, 
Who the Saviour obey, 
And have laid up their treasure above ; 
Tongue can never express 
The sweet comfort and peace 
Of a soul in its earliest love. 

2 That sweet comfort was mine, 
When the favor divine 

I received through the blood of the Lamb 
When my heart first believed, 
What a joy I received, — 

What a heaven in Jesus's name ! 

3 'Twas a heaven below 
My Redeemer to know, 

And the angels could do nothing more 

Than to fall at His feet, 

And the story repeat, 
And the Lover of sinners adore. 

4 Jesus all the day long 
Was my joy and my song: 

that all His salvation might see ; 



He hath loved me, I cried, 

He hath suffer'd and died, 

To redeem even rebels like me. 

5 O the rapturous height 

Of that holy delight 
Which I felt in the life-giving blood ; 

Of my Saviour possess'd, 

I was perfectly blest, 
As if fill'd with the fullness of God. 

158 Divine Love. P, ]\f, 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

LOVE divine, how sweet thou art ! 
When shall I find my willing heart 
All taken up by Thee ? 
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove 
The greatness of redeeming love, — 
The love of Christ to me. 

Stronger His love than death or hell ; 
Its riches are unsearchable ; 

The first-born sons of light 
Desire in vain its depths to see ; 
They cannot reach the mystery, 

The length, the breadth, the height 

God only knows the love of God : 
O that it now were shed abroad 

In this poor stony heart : 
For love I sigh, for love I pine ; 
This only portion, Lord, be mine ; 

Be mine this better part. 


4 that I could forever sit 
With Mary at the Master's feet ! 

Be this my happy choice : 
My only care, delight, and bliss, 
My joy, my heaven on earth, be this 

To hear the Bridegroom's voice. 

5 that I could, with favor'd John, 
Recline my weary head upon 

The dear Redeemer's breast: 
From care, and sin, and sorrow free, 
Give me, Lord, to find in Thee 

My everlasting rest. 

169 Prayer for Help. L. M, 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

THAT my load of sin were gone ; 
O that I could at last submit 
At Jesus' feet to lay it down — 
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 

2 Rest for my soul I long to find : 
Saviour of all, if mine Thou art, 

Give me Thy meek and lowly mind, 
And stamp Thine image on my heart. 

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 
And fully set my spirit free ; 

I cannot rest till pure within, — 
Till I am wholly lost in Thee. 

4 Fain would I learn of Thee, my God ; 
Thy light and easy burden prove ; 

The cross all stain' d with hallow'd blood, 
The labor of Thy dying love. 



5 I would, but Thou must give the power ; 
My heart from every sin release ; 
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 
And fill me with Thy perfect peace. 

170 Rapture. 0. M. 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

'TIS delight without alloy, 
Jesus, .to hear Thy name ; 
My spirit leaps with inward joy ; 
I feel the sacred flame. 

2 My passions hold a pleasing reign, 

When love inspires my breast, — 
Love, the divinest of the train, 
The sov'reign of the rest. 

3 This is the grace must live and sing, 

When faith and hope shall cease, 
And sound from every joyful string 
Through all the realms of bliss. 

4 Swift I ascend the heavenly place, 

And hasten to my home ; 
I leap to meet Thy kind embrace ; 
I come, Lord, I come. 

5 Sink down, ye separating hills ; 

Let sin and death remove ; 
'Tis love that drives my chariot wheels, 
And death must yield to love. 

171 Hallelujah. p, M. 

[By Chables Wesley.] 

THOU God of my salvation, 
My Redeemer from all sin ; 

10 139 


Moved by Thy divine compassion, 
Who has died my heart to win, 

I will praise Thee : 
Where shall I Thy praise begin ? 

2 Though unseen, I love the Saviour ; 

He hath brought salvation near ; 
Manifests His pard'ning favor; 
And when Jesus doth appear, 

Soul and body 
Shall His glorious image bear. 

3 While the angel choirs are crying, — 

Glory to the great I AM, 
I with them will still be vying — 
Glory ! glory to the Lamb ! 

O how precious 
Is the sound of Jesus' name ! 

4 Angels now are hov'ring round us, 

Unperceived amid the throng ; 
Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us, 
Glad to join the holy song: 

Love and praise to Christ belong ! 

172 Insatiate Love. L, M, 

[From the Latin of St. Bkrn ard, who died 11.53. While walking in the gar- 
den witli hie brother-monks, he would sometimes exclaim, " Dear brethren, 
I must go ; there is some One waiting for me in my cell." That One waa 
the object of his supreme love, whom he celebrates in this hymn.J 

F Him who did salvation bring, 

I could forever think and sing; 
Arise, ye needy, — He'll relieve ; 
Arise, ye guilty, — He'll forgive- 



2 Ask but His grace, and lo, 'tis given ; 
Ask, and He turns your hell to heaven : 
Though sin and sorrow wound my- soul, 
Jesus, Thy balm will make it whole. 

3 To shame our sins He blush'd in blood ; 
He closed His eyes to show us God : 
Let all the world fall down and know 
That none but God such love can show. 

4 'Tis Thee I love, for Thee alone 

I shed my tears and make my moan ; 
Where'er I am, where'er I move, 
I meet the Object of my love. 

5 Insatiate to this spring I fly ; 
I drink, and yet am ever dry : 

Ah ! who against Thy charms is proof? 
Ah ! who that loves, can love enough ? 

173 The Promised Land. 0, M. 

■By Samuel Steknett, D. D., an eminent English Baptist clergyman, a 
personal friend of George III. " Stormy banks," as applied to Jordan, may 
not be critically accurate, but the hymn just as it stands has become so 
dear to many that we do not choose to touch a single word.] 

ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
And cast a wishful eye 
To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
Where my possessions lie. 

2 the transporting, rapturous scene, 

That rises to my sight ! 
Sweet fields array'd in living green, 
And rivers of delight 

3 There generous fruits that never fail, 

On trees immortal grow ; 



There rock, and hill, and brook, and vale, 
With milk and honey flow. 

4 O'er all those wide-extended plains 

Shines one eternal day ; 
There God the Son forever reigns, 
And scatters night away. 

5 No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath, 

Can reach that healthful shore ; 
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
Are felt and feared no more. 

6 When shall I reach that happy place, 

And be forever blest ? 
When shall I see my Father's face, 
And in His bosom rest ? 

7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul 

Would here no longer stay ; 
Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
Fearless I'd launch away. 

274 O ne there is above all others. P, JI, 

[By Kev. John Newton.] 

ONE there is above all others 
Well deserves the name of Friend ; 
His is love beyond a brother's, 

Costly, free, and knows no end : 
They who once His kindness prove, 
Find it everlasting love. 
2 Which of all our friends to save us 

Could or would have shed their blood ? 
But our Jesus died to have us 
Reconciled in Him to God : 



This was boundless love indeed : 
Jesus is a Friend in need. 

3 Could we bear from one another 

What He daily bears from us ? 
Yet this glorious Friend and Brother 

Loves us though we treat Him thus : 
Though for good we render ill, 
He accounts us brethren still. 

4 ! for grace our hearts to soften ; 

Teach us, Lord, at length to love. 
We, alas ! forget too often 

What a Friend we have above ; 
But, when home our souls are brought, 
We will love Thee as we ought. 

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175 Redemption. Q, M, 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

fLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, 
We wretched sinners lay, 
Without one cheering beam of hope, 

Or spark of glimm'ring day. 
With pitying eyes the Prince of grace 

Beheld our helpless grief; 
He saw, and 0, amazing love ! 

He ran to our relief. 
Down from the shining seats above 

With joyful haste He fled. 
Entered the grave in mortal flesh, 

And dwelt among the dead. 
He spoiled the powers of darkness thus, 

And broke our iron chains ; 



Jesus has freed our captive souls 
From everlasting pains. 

5 for this love, let rocks and hills 

Their lasting silence break, 
And all harmonious human tongues 
The Saviour's praises speak. 

6 Angels, assist our mighty joys ; 

Strike all your harps of gold ; 
But when you raise your highest notes, 
His love can ne'er be told. 

176 Prayer. L. M, 

[By Rev. Joseph Habt.] 

PRAYER is appointed to convey 
The blessings God designs to give : 
Long as they live should Christians pray ; 
They learn to pray when first they live. 

2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress ; 

If cares distract, or fears dismay ; 
If guilt deject ; if sin distress ; 

In every case, still watch and pray. 

3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak : 

Though thought be broken, language lame, 
Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak ; 
But pray with faith in Jesus' name. 

4 Depend on Him ; thou canst not fail ; 

Make all thy wants and wishes known ; 
Fear not ; His merits must prevail : 
Ask but in faith, it shall be done. 




177 TJie Lord is King. P, M, 

[By Chaeles Wesley.] 

EJOICE ! the Lord is King ; 
Your Lord and King adore ; 
Mortals, give thanks and sing, 

And triumph evermore ! 
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice ! — again I say, rejoice ! 

2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, 

The God of truth and love ; 
TVhen He had purged our stains, 

He took His seat above : 
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice ! — again I say, rejoice ! 

3 His kingdom cannot fail ; 

He rules o'er earth and heaven ; 
The keys of death and hell 

Are to our Jesus given : 
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice ! — again I say, rejoice ! 

4 Rejoice in glorious hope : 

Jesus, the Judge, shall come, 
And take His servants up 
To their eternal home : 
"We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice ; 
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice ! 

178 The Better Portion. P, M, 

[By Seageate.] 

RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings ; 
Thy better portion trace ; 



Rise from transitory things, 

Tow'rd heaven, thy native place : 

Sun, and moon, and stars decay ; 
Time shall soon this earth remove ? 

Rise, my soul, and haste away 
To seats prepared above. 

2 Rivers to the ocean run, 

Nor stay in all their course ; 
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; 

Both speed them to their source : 
So a soul that's born of God 

Pants to view His glorious face ; 
Upward tends to His abode, 

To rest in His embrace. 

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn ; 

Press onward to the prize ; 
Soon our Saviour will return 

Triumphant in the skies : 
There we'll join the heavenly train, 

Welcomed to partake the bliss ; 
Fly from sorrow, care, and pain, 

To realms of endless peace. 

179 Evening Blessing. P, ]\f, 

[By James Edmeston, a Congregational layman, who died in London 8 
few years ago, at an advanced age.] 

SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, 
Ere repose our spirits seal : 
Sin and want we come confessing ; 

Thou camst save, and Thou canst heal. 
2 Though destruction walk around us, 
Though the arrow near us fly, 


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Angel-guards from Thee surround us ; 
We are safe, if Thou art nigh. 

3 Though the night be dark and dreary, 

Darkness cannot hide from Thee : 
Thou art He who, never weary, 
Watcheth where Thy people be. 

4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, 

And our couch become our tomb, 
May the morn in heaven awake us, 
Clad in light and deathless bloom ! 

180 Condemned, but Pleading. L, Jf, 

[By Dr. Watts. A paraphrase of the 51st Psalm.] 

HOW pity, Lord ; O Lord, forgive ; 
Let a repenting rebel live. 
Are not Thy mercies large and free ? 
May not a sinner trust in Thee ? 
My crimes are great, but don't surpass 
The power and glory of Thy grace ; 
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound, — 
So let Thy pard'ning love be found. 

wash my soul from every sin, 
And make my guilty conscience clean ; 
Here on my heart the burden lies, 
And past offenses pain my eyes. 
My lips with shame my sins confess, 
Against Thy law, against Thy grace ; 
Lord, should Thy judgments grow severe, 

1 am condemn'd, but Thou art clear. 
Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 
Whose hope, still hov'ring round Thy word, 



Would light on some sweet promise there, — 
Some sure support against despair. 

181 God always Good. Q, jyf, 

fBy Rev. James Hervey, author of "Meditations among the Tombs," 
born in 1714 ; died 175S.] 

SINCE all the varying scenes of time 
God's watchful eye surveys, 
O, who so wise to choose our lot, 
Or to appoint our ways ! 

2 Good, when He gives, supremely good ; 

Nor less when He denies : 
Ev'n crosses, from His sovereign hand, 
Are blessings in disguise. 

3 Why should we doubt a Father's love, 

So constant and so kind ! 
To His unerring, gracious will 
Be every wish resigned. 

4 In Thy fair book of life divine, 

My God, inscribe my name ; 
There let it fill some humble place 
Beneath my Lord the Lamb ! 

182 Why will ye die? P, M 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

SINNERS, turn ; why will ye die ? 
God, your Maker, asks you why ? 
God, who did your being give, 
Made you with Himself to live ; 
He the fatal cause demands ; 
Asks the work of His own hands, — 



Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
Will ye .cross His love, and die ? 

2 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? 
God, your Saviour, asks you why ? 
He, who did your souls retrieve, 
Died Himself, that ye might live. 
Will ye let Him die in vain ? 
Crucify your Lord again ? 

Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why 
Will ye slight His grace, and die? 

3 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? 
God, the Spirit, asks you why ? 
He, who all your lives hath strove, 
Urged you to embrace His love. 
Will ye not His grace receive ? 
Will ye still refuse to live ? 

O ye dying sinners, why, 
Why will ye forever die ? 

183 Stay, Spirit, stay ! L, M. 

[By Chaeles Weslet.] 

STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay ! 
Though I have done Thee such despite, 
Cast not a sinner quite away, 

Nor take Thine everlasting flight. 

2 Though I have most unfaithful been 

Of all whoe'er Thy grace received ; 
Ten thousand times Thy goodness seen, 
Ten thousand times Thy goodness grieved ; 

3 Yet, O, the chief of sinners spare, 

In honor of my great High-Priest ! 



Nor, in Thy righteous anger, swear 
I shall not see thy people's rest. 
4 Lord, my weary soul release, 

Upraise me by Thy gracious hand , 
Guide me into Thy perfect peace, 
And bring me to the promised land. 

134 Sweet Hour of Prayer. J,, ^/[ t 

SWEET hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, 
That calls me from a world of care, 
And bids me at my Father's throne 
Make all my wants and wishes known : 
In seasons of distress and grief 
My soul has often found relief, 
And oft escaped the tempter's snare 
By Thy return, sweet hour of prayer. 
2 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, 
May I thy consolations share, 
Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty height 
I view my home and take my flight : 
This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise 
To seize the everlasting prize, 
And shout, while passing through the air, 
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer. 

185 The Spirit of Prayer. g, M. 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

THE praying spirit breathe ! 
The watching power impart ; 
From all entanglements beneath, 
Call off my peaceful heart ; 



My feeble mind sustain, 

By worldly thoughts oppress'd ; 
Appear and bid me turn again 

To my eternal rest. 
2 Swift to my rescue come ; 

Thine own this moment seize ; 
Gather my wand'ring spirit home, 

And keep in perfect peace : 
Suffer'd no more to rove 

O'er all the earth abroad, 
Arrest the pris'ner of Thy love, 

And shut me up in God. 

186 The Fountain. 0. M. 

[By William Cowpee.] 

THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 
Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 

That fountain in his day; 
And there may I, though vile as he, 
Wash all my sins away. 

3 Thou dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood 

Shall never lose its power, 
Till all the ransom'd Church of God 
Are saved, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 

Thy flowing wounds supply, 
Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be, till I die. 



5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
I'll sing Thy power to save, 
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue. 
Lies silent in the grave. 

187 The Heavenly Canaan. (J t J\f, 

By Dr. Watts. A learned English compiler rejects this hymn because of 
the glaring defects of the last stanza, which have long been apparent to us, 
Which we think obviated by the slight alteration we have ventured to 
make in the line next the hist, which in the original is, " Not Jordan's 
stieam nor Death's cold flood." The criticism is that the stream and the 
flood are the same or different. If different, what has the Jordan to do 
with the departing soul? If the same, the line means "Not Jordan's 
stream nor Jordan's stream," or "Not Death's cold flood nor Death's cold 
flood," which is neither very clear nor very edifying.] 

THERE is a land of pure delight, 
Where saints immortal reign ; 
Infinite day excludes the night, 
And pleasures banish pain. 

2 There everlasting spring abides, 

And never-with'ring flowers : 
Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
This heavenly land from ours. 

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 

Stand dress'd in living green ; 

So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 

While Jordan roll'd between. 

4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 

And view the landscape o'er, 
No Jordan stream of Death's cold flood 
Should fright us from the shore. 


188 The Sweetest Name. P, M, 

IHERE is no name so sweet on earth, 
No name so sweet in heaven, 




The name, before His wondrous birth, 
To Christ, the Saviour, given. 


We love to sing around our King, 
And hail Him blessed Jesus ; 

For there's no word ear ever heard 
So dear, so sweet as Jesus. 

2 And when He hung upon the tree, 

They wrote this name above Him, 
That all might see the reason we 
For evermore must love Him. 

3 So now upon His Father's throne, 

Almighty to release us 
From sin and pains, He grandly reigns, 
The Prince and Saviour Jesus. 

189 Immutable. P, M. 

[By Eev. Joseph Habt.] 

THIS, this is the God we adore, 
Our faithful, unchangeable Friend, 
"Whose love is as great as His power, 

And neither knows measure nor end : 
'Tis Jesus, the first and the last, 

Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home ; 
We'll praise Him for all that is past,' 
And trust Him for all that's to come. 

190 The Lord will Provide. p, JJ, 

[By Rev. Johx Nzwto5.] 

THOUGH troubles assail, and dangers af- 
Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite, 



Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, 
The promise assures us, — The Lord will 

2 The birds, without barn or storehouse, are fed ; 
From them let us learn to trust for our bread : 
His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied, 
So long as 'tis written, — The Lord will pro- 

3 No strength of our own, nor goodness we 

claim : 

Our trust is all thrown on Jesus's Name ; 

In this our strong tower for safety we hide ; 

The Lord is our power, — the Lord will pro- 

4 When life sinks apace, and death is in view, 
The word of His grace shall comfort us 

through : 
Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our 

We hope to die shouting, — The Lord will 


191 Memorials of Grace. L, M. 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

THUS far the Lord hath led me on, — 
Thus far His power prolongs my days ; 
And every evening shall make known 
Some fresh memorial of His grace. 

2 Much of my time has run to waste, 
And I, perhaps, am near my home : 



But He forgives my follies past, 

And gives me strength for days to come. 

3 I lay my body down to sleep ; 

Peace is the pillow for my head ; 
While well-appointed angels keep 

Their watchful stations round my bed. 

4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, 

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, 
And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb. 
With sweet salvation in the sound. 

192 Bead and Alive. P, M. 

[By Alice Caet. Rearranged for this collection.] 

TILL I learned to love Thy name, 
Lord, Thy grace denying, 
I was lost in sin and shame, 
Dying, dvincr, dving ! 

2 Nothing could the world impart, 

Darkness held no morrow ; 
In my soul and in my heart, 
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow ! 

3 When I learned to love Thy name, 

Thou meek and lowly, 
Rapture kindled to a flame, — 
Holy, holy, holy ! 

4 Henceforth shall creation ring 

With salvation's story, 
Till I rise with Thee to sing, 
Glory, glory, glory ! 

11 loo 


193 The Watchman. P, M, 

[By John Bowrinq, LL. D.] 

WATCHMAN, tell us of the night, 
What its signs of promise are. 
Trav'ler, o'er yon mountain's height 

See the glory-beaming star. 
Watchman, does its beauteous ray 

Aught of hope or joy foretell ? 
Trav'ler, yes, it brings the day — 
Promised day of Israel. 

2 Watchman, tell us of the night ; 

Higher yet that star ascends. 
Trav'ler, blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth, its course portends. 
Watchman, will its beams alone 

Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
Trav'ler, ages are its own ; 

See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 

3 Watchman, tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to dawn. 
Trav'ler, darkness takes its flight ; 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman, let thy wand'ring cease ; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
Trav'ler, lo ! the Prince of Peace, 

Lo ! the Son of God is come. 

194 Blessings of Prayer. L, Mi 

[By William Cowper.] 

WHAT various hindrances we meet 
In coming to a mercy-seat ; 



Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, 
But wishes to be often there ? 

2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw ; 
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw ; 
Gives exercise to faith and love ; 

Brings every blessing from above. 

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; 
Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright ; 
And Satan trembles when he sees 

The weakest saint upon his knees. 

195 Fhe Lovely Sonnet. 

WHEN for eternal worlds we steer, 
And seas are calm and skies are clear, 
And faith in lively exercise, 
And distant hills of Canaan rise, 
The soul for joy then claps her wings, 
And loud her lovely sonnet sings. 
Vain world, adieu ! 

2 With cheerful hope her eyes explore 
Each landmark on the distant shore : 
The trees of life, the pastures green, 
The crystal stream — delightful scene ! 
Again for joy she claps her wings, 
And loud her lovely sonnet sings, 

Vain world, adieu ! 

3 The nearer still she draws to land, 
More eager all her powers expand ; 
With steady helm and free-bent sail, 
Her anchor drops within the veil : 


Again for joy she claps her wings, 
And her celestial sonnet sings, 
Glory to God ! 

196 My Title. (J. M, 

[By Rev. Dr. "Watts. Andrew Jackson declared that he regarded tae first 
stanza of this hymn the best thing in English poetry.] 

WHEN I can read my title clear 
To mansions in the skies, 
I bid farewell to every fear, 
And wipe my weeping eyes. 

2 Should earth against my soul engage. 

And fiery darts be hurled, 
Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
And face a frowning world. 

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 

And storms of sorrow fall ; 
May I but safely reach my home, 
My God, my heaven, my all. 

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 

In seas of heavenly rest, 
And not a wave of trouble roll 
Across my peaceful breast. 

197 Calvary. P, M 

[By James Montgomery. Written in 1812.] 

WHEN on Sinai's top I see 
God descend, in majesty, 
To proclaim His holy law, 
All my spirit sinks with awe. 



2 "When, in ecstasy sublime, 
Tabor's glorious steep I climb, 
At the too transporting light, 
Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 

3 When on Calvary I rest, 
God, in flesh made manifest, 
Shines in my Redeemer's face, 
Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 

4 Here I would forever stay, — 
Weep and gaze my soul away ; 
Thou art heaven on earth to me, 
Lovely, mournful Calvary. 

198 Burial of Friends. 0. M. 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

WHY do we mourn departing friends, 
Or shake at death's alarms ? 
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends 
To call them to His arms. 

2 Are we not tending upward too 

As fast as time can move ? 
Nor would we wish the hours more slow 
To keep us from our love. 

3 Where should the dying members rest, 

But with their dying Head ? 
The graves of all the saints He blest, 
And softened every bed ; 

4 Thence He arose, ascended high, 

And showed our feet the way : 
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, 
At the great rising day. 



199 Gate of Joy. L. M 

[By Dr. Isaac Watts.] 

TTTHY should we start, and fear to die ? 
H What tim'rous worms we mortals are ! 
Death is the gate to endless joy, 
And yet we dread to enter there. 

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife, 

Fright our approaching souls away ; 
And we shrink back again to life, 
Fond of our prison and our clay. 

3 would my Lord His servant meet, 

My soul would stretch her wings in haste, 
Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 

4 Jesus can make a dying bed 

Feel soft as downy pillows are, 
While on His breast I lean my head, 
And breathe my life out sweetly there. 

200 &s Sympathy. Q. M. 

[By Dr. Watts.] 

ITH joy we meditate the grace 
Of our High-Priest above ; 
His heart is made of tenderness, 
His bowels melt with love. 

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, 
He knows our feeble frame ; 

He knows what sore temptations mean, 
For He hath felt the same. 

3 He in the clays of feeble flesh, 
Pour'd out strong cries and tears, 




And in His measure feels afresh 

What every member bears. 
He'll never quench the smoking flax, 

But raise it to a flame ; 
The bruised reed He never breaks, 

Nor scorns the meanest name. 
Then let our humble faith address 

His mercy and His power ; 
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace 

In every trying hour. 



201 A mighty Fortress is our God. 

[Written by Lutheb, on his way to the Diet of Worms. In hours of de- 
spondency he was accustomed to say to Melancthon, " Come, Philip, Jet 
us sing the 46th Psalm." This version is by F. H. Hedge.] 

A MIGHTY fortress is our God, 
A bulwark never failing ; 
Our Helper He amid the flood 
Of mortal ills prevailing. 
For still our ancient foe 
Doth seek to work us woe ; 
His craft and power are great, 
And, armed with cruel hate, 
On earth is not his equal. 
Did we in our own strength confide, 

Our striving would be losing ; 
Were not the right Man on our side, 
The Man of God's own choosing. 
Dost ask who that may be ? 
Christ Jesus, it is He, 
Lord Sabaoth His name, 
From age to age the same, 
And He must win the battle. 
And though this world, with devils fill'd, 

Should threaten to undo us, 
We will not fear, for God hath willed 
His truth to triumph through us. 

201, 202] LYRICS. 

The Prince of Darkness grim. 

We tremble not for him ; 

His rage we can endure, 

For, lo ! his doom is sure, 
One little word shall fell him. 
That word above all earthly powers — 

No thanks to them — abideth ; 
The spirit and the gifts are ours 
Through Him who with us sideth. 

Let goods and kindred go, 

This mortal life also ; 

The body they may kill, 

God's truth abideth still, 
His kingdom is forever. 

202 The Stranger. 

"Written in 1826, by James Montgomery, of England, son of a Moravian 
minister ; born 1771 ; died 1S54.] 

A POOR wayfaring man of grief 
a\ Hath often crossed me on my way, 
Who sued so humbly for relief, 

That I could never answer, Nay. 
I had not power to ask his name, 
Whither he went, or whence he came, 
Yet there was something in his eye 
That won my love, I knew not why. 
Once, when my scanty meal was spread, 

He entered, — not a word he spake, — 
Just perishing for want of bread ; 

I gave him all ; he blessed it, brake, 
And ate, — but gave me part again ; 
Mine was an angel's portion then ; 



For while I fed with eager haste, 
That crust was manna to my taste. 

I spied him, where a fountain burst 

Clear from the rock ; his strength was gone ; 

The heedless water mocked his thirst, 
He heard it, saw it hurrying on : 

I ran to raise the sufferer up ; 

Thrice from the stream he drained my cup, 

Dipt, and returned it running o'er ; 

I drank and never thirsted more. 

Twas night ; the floods were out ; it blew 

A winter hurricane aloof; 
I heard his voice abroad, and flew 

To bid him welcome to my roof; 
I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest, 
Laid him on my own couch to rest, 
Then made the earth my bed, and seemed 
In Eden's garden while I dreamed. 

Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, 
I found him by the highway side ; 

I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, 
Revived his spirit, and supplied 

Wine, oil, refreshment ; he was healed : 

I had myself a wound concealed ; 

But from that hour forgot the smart, 

And peace bound up my broken heart. 

In prison I saw him next, condemned 
To meet a traitor's death at morn ; 

The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, 

And honored him 'midst shame and scorn ; 


202, 203] LYRICS. 

My friendship's utmost zeal to try, 
He asked if I for him would die ? 
The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, 
But the free spirit cried, " I will." 

Then in a moment to my view 

The stranger rose from his disguise ; 

The tokens in his hands I knew ; 
My Saviour stood before mine eyes ! 

He spake, and my poor name He named : 

" Of me thou hast not been ashamed ; 

These deeds shall thy memorial be ; 

Fear not, thou didst them unto me." 

203 ife'rfe with Us. 

[By Rev. Henry Francis Lyte, born at Kelso, June, 1793 ; died at Nice 
in 1847. This was his last hymn, written shortly before his death.] 

ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; 
The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me 
abide : 
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! 

Swift to the close ebbs out life's little day ; 
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; 
Change and decay in all around I see ; 

Thou who changest not, abide with me ! 

1 need Thy presence every passing hour ; 
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's 

power ? 
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be ? 
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with 

me ! 


LYRICS. [203, 203 

I fear no foe : with Thee at hand to bless, 

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness ; 

Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy vic- 
tory ? 

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes ; 

Shine through the gloom, and point me to the 
skies ; 

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain 
shadows flee, — 

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me ! 

204 Sunday Evening. 

[By Mrs. Charles, author of Schonberg-Cotta Family. Written 
in 1867.] 

ANOTHER day of heavenly rest 
And angels' toil is ended, 
And to the chorus of the bless'd 

The last hymn has ascended. 
Tranquil as an infant's sleep 

Night covers cot and meadow ; 
Let Thy peace with calm as deep 

The wearied spirit shadow. 
As of old the apostle band 

All their labors bore Thee, 
Lowly at Thy feet we stand, 

Lay our work before Thee. 
Pardon Thou the imperfect deed, 

Crown the weak endeavor, 
Prosper Thou the heavenly seed, 

Work Thou with us ever. 


204, 205] LYRICS. 

Let Thy Lambs we sought to feed 

By Thy hand be nourish'd ; 
Let them be Thy lambs indeed, 

In Thy bosom cherish'd. 
To the griefs we cannot reach 

Breathe Thou consolation ; 
To the hearts we cannot teach 

Bring Thou Thy salvation. 

205 The Heart's Prayer. 

[Tiiomas Moore, born in Dublin 1780; died 1852.] 

AS, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean, 
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can 
So, deep in my soul, the still prayer of devotion, 
Unheard by the world, rises, silent, to Thee, 
My God ! silent* to Thee, — 
Pure, warm, silent, to Thee. 
As, still to the star of its worship, though 
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, 
So, dark when I roam, in this wintry world 
The hope of my spirit turns, trembling, to 
My God ! trembling, to Thee, — 
Irue, sure, trembling, to Thee. 


LYEICS. [206 

206 Stabat Mater. 

[Probably from tbe Latin of Jacobus de Benedict!?, a Franciscan monk, 
who died, 1306, at a zreat aze: but the authorship is disputed. It is the 
most pathetic, as the " Dies Irae " is the zrandest, of be Latin hymns. The 
two concludinz stanzas are from the ""Mediasval Hymns " by Erastns C. 
Benedict, published by Mr. Randolph. We do not" know the translator 
of the other stanzas, which came from " Hymns Aucient and Modern." 1 

AT the cross, her station keeping, 
Stood the mournful mother, weeping, 

Where He hung, her Son and Lord ; 
For her soul of joy bereaved, 
Bowed with anguish deeply grieved, 

Felt the sharp and piercing sword. 
how sad and sore distressed — 
Nor was she, that mother blessed 

Of the sole begotten One ; 
Deep the woe of her affliction 
"When she saw the crucifixion 

Of her ever-glorious Son. 
Who on Christ's dear mother gazing, 
Pierced bv anguish so amazing, 

Born of woman would not weep ? 
Who on Christ's dear mother thinking, 
Such a cup of sorrow drinking, 

Would not share her sorrows deep ? 
For His people's sins chastised, 
She beheld her Son despised, 

Scourged and crowned with thorny wreath ; 
Saw Him then from judgment taken, 
Mocked by foes, by friends forsaken, 

Till He gave His soul to death. 
Jesus, may such deep devotion 
Stir in me the same emotion, 


206. 207] LYRICS. 

Fount of love, Redeemer kind, 
That my heart, fresh ardor gaining, 
And a purer love attaining, 

May with Thee acceptance find. 
All his stripes, O ! let me feel them ; 
On my heart forever seal them, 

Printed there enduringly. 
All His woes, beyond comparing, 
For my sake in anguish bearing, 

Let me share them willingly. 
On the Cross of Christ relying, 
Through His death redeemed from dying, 

By His favor fortified ; 
When my mortal frame is perished, 
Let my spirit then be cherished, 

And in heaven be glorified. 

207 The Crucifixio?i. 

[By Rev. Samuel Wesley, senior, father of John and Charles Wesley. 
It was preserved from the fire which consumed the rectory at Epworth, in 
1709, and copied from the scorched sheets.] 

BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind 
Nail'd to the shameful tree ; 
How vast the love that Him inclined 

To bleed and die for thee ! 
Hark ! how He groans, while nature shakes, 

And earth's strong pillars bend : 
The temple's veil in sunder breaks, — 

The solid marbles rend. 
*Tis done ! the precious ransom 's paid ! 

Receive my soul ! He cries : 



LYRICS. [207, 208 

See where He bows His sacred head ; 

He bows His head, and dies. 
But soon He'll break death's envious chain, 

And in full glory shine : 
Lamb of God, was ever pain, 

Was ever love, like Thine ? 

208 Bound upon the accursed Tree. 

[By Hexey Haet Milsian, D. D., Dean of St. Paul's, London, died in 1868.J 

OUND upon the accursed tree 
Faint and bleeding, who is He ? 
By the flesh with scourges torn, 
By the crown of twisted thorn, 
By the side so deeply pierced, 
By the baffled burning thirst, 
By the drooping death-dewed brow, — 
Son of man, 'tis Thou ! 'tis Thou ! 
Bound upon the accursed tree, 
Dread and awful, who is He ? 
By the sun at noon-day pale, 
Shiv'ring rock, and rending veil, — 
Eden promised, ere he died, 
To the felon at his side ; 
Lord, our suppliant knees we bow, — 
Son of God ! 'tis Thou ! 'tis Thou ! 
Bound upon the accursed tree, 
Sad and dying, who is He ! 
By the last and bitter cry, 
Ghost given up in agony, 
By the lifeless body laid 
In the chamber of the dead : 
12 in 

208, 209] LYRICS. 

Crucified ! we know Thee now, — 
Son of man ! 'tis Thou ! 'tis Thou! 
Bound upon the accursed tree, 
Dread and awful, who is He ? 
By the spoiled and empty grave, 
By the souls He died to save, 
By the conquest He hath won, 
By the saints before His throne, 
By the rainbow round His brow, — 
Son of God ! 'tis Thou ! 'tis Thou ! 

209 " Brightest and Best:' 

[By Reginald Heber, Bishop of Calcutta, born is England, 1783; died in 
1827. This hymn written in 1826.] 

BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the 

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 

Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid. 
Cold, on His cradle, the dew-drops are shining ; 

Low lies His bed with the'beasts of the stall; 
Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining, — 

Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 
Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, 

Odors of Eden, and off 'rings divine ? 
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, 

Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine ? 
Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; 

Vainly with gifts would His favor secure ; 
Richer by far is the heart's adoration : 

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 


LYRICS. [210 

210 The Saints Homesickness. 

"We give in this lyric what we esteem the best stanzas in the Rev. J. H. 
Neale's admirable version of the famous poem written in the twelfth cen- 
tury by Bernard of Clujrny, beginning " Hie breve vivitur." Those who 
have examined the original know that the poem contains nearlv three- 
thousand lines, and is written in dactylic hexameters, uniting the leonine 
and tailed rhyme. Every possible prosodial difficulty beset the author in 
the task he assigned himself, and the popularity of the hymn is clue to the 
spirit or genuine poetry which has survived through the centuries in a 
body so cramping and unpoetical.] 

BRIEF life is here our portion, 
Brief sorrow, short-lived care ; 
The life that knows no ending, 

The tearless life, is there. 
And now we fight the battle, 

But then shall wear the crown 
Of full and everlasting 

And passionless renown. 
O one, onely mansion ! 

Paradise of joy ! 
Where tears are ever banished, 

And smiles have no alloy. 
Beside thy living waters 

All plants are, great and small ; 
The cedar of the forest, 

The hyssop of the wall. 
With jasper glow thy bulwarks ; 

Thy streets with emeralds blaze ; 
The sardius and the topaz 

Unite in thee their rays. 
Thy ageless walls are bonded 

With amethyst unpriced ; 
Thy saints build up its fabric, 

And the corner stone is Christ. 


210] LYRICS. 

Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ! 

Thou hast no time, bright day ! 
Dear fountain of refreshment 

To pilgrims far away ! 
Upon the Rock of Ages 

They raise thy holy tower, 
Thine is the victor's laurel, 

And thine the golden dower. 
Thou feel'st in mystic rapture, 

O bride that know'st no guile, 
The Prince's sweetest kisses, 

The Prince's loveliest smile. 

Unfading lilies, bracelets 

Of living pearl, thine own ; 
The Lamb is ever near thee, 

The Bridegroom thine alone. 
Jerusalem the golden ! 

With milk and honey blest, 
Beneath thy contemplation 

Sink heart and voice opprest. 

I know not, O, I know not 

What social joys are there, 
What radiancy of glory, 

What light beyond compare ; 
And when I fain would sing themj 

My spirit fails and faints, 
And vainly would it image 

The assembly of the saints. 
They stand, those halls of Syon, 

Conjubilant with song, 

LYRICS. [210 

And bright with many an angel, 

And many a martyr throng : 
There is the throne of David, 

And there, from toil released, 
The shout of them that triumph, 

The song of them that feast ; 
And they, beneath their Leader, 

Who conquered in the fight, 
Forever and forever 

Are clad in robes of white. 
And there the band of prophets 

United praise ascribes, 
And there the twelvefold chorus 

Of Israel's ransomed tribes : 
The lily-beds of virgins, 

The roses' martyr-glow, 
The cohort of the Fathers 

Who kept the faith below. 

O fields that know no sorrow ! 

state that fears no strife ! 
O princely bowers ! land of flowers ! 

O realm and home of life ! 

O sweet and blessed country, 
Shall I ever see thy face ? 

sweet and blessed country, 
Shall I ever win thy grace ? 

1 have the hope within me 

To comfort and to bless ! 
Shall I ever win the prize itself? 
O tell me, tell me, Yes ! 


210, 211] LYRICS. 

Exult, dust and ashes ! 

The Lord shall be thy part 
His only, His forever, 

Thou shalt be, and thou art ! 

211 Longing for Heaven. 

BURST, ye emerald gates, and bring 
To my raptured vision, 
All th' ecstatic joys that spring 

Round the bright elysian : 
Lo ! we lift our longing eyes, 
Break, ye intervening skies, 
Sun of righteousness, arise, 
Ope the gates of paradise ! 

Floods of everlasting light 

Freely flash before Him : 
Myriads, with supreme delight, 

Instantly adore Him : 
Angel trumps resound His fame : 
Lutes, of lucid gold, proclaim 
All the music of His name : 
Heaven echoing the theme. 

Four-and-twenty elders rise 
From their princely station, 

Shout His glorious victories, 
Sing His great salvation, 

Cast their crowns before His throne, 

Cry, in reverential tone, 

Glory be to God alone, 

Holy ! holy ! holy One ! 


LYPJCS. [211-213 

Hark ! the thrilling symphonies 

Seem, at once, to seize us : 
Join we. too. the holy lays, 

Jesus, Jesus. Jesus ! 
Sweetest sound on mortal tongue, 
Sweetest note in seraph's song, 
Sweetest carol ever sung, 
Shout we with the heavenly throng. 

212 Dust to Dust. 

[By Mrs. Felicia Hemaxs, born in Liverpool, Eng., Sept. 25, 1793 ; died 
May 16, 1834.] 

CALM on the bosom of thy God, 
Fair spirit, rest thee now ! 
Ev'n while with us thy footsteps trod, 

His seal was on thy brow. 
Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! 

Soul, to its place on high ! 
They that have seen thy look in death 

No more may fear to die. 
Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers, 

Whence thy meek smile is gone ; 
But ! a brighter home than ours, 

In heaven, is now thine own. 

213 Saturday Night, 

CHAFED and worn with worldly care, 
Sweetly, Lord, my heart prepare ; 
Bid the inward tempest cease ; 
Jesus, come, and whisper peace ! 
Hush the whirlwind of my will ; 
With Thyself my spirit fill ; 


213, 214] LYRICS. 

End in calm this busy week — 
Let the Sabbath gently break ! 
Sever, Lord, the earthly ties — 
Fain my soul to Thee would rise ; 
Disentangle me from time — 
Lift me to a purer clime ; 
Let me cast away my load — 
Let me now draw nigh to God, 
Gently, loving Jesus, speak — 
End in calm this busy week. 
Draw the curtain of repose, 
While my weary eyelids close ; 
Steal my spirit while I rest — 
Give me dreaming pure and blest ; 
Raise me with a cheerful heart — 
Holy Ghost, Thyself impart ; 
Then the Sabbath day will be 
Heaven brought down to earth and me. 

214 Watch, Pray, and Work J 

[By Fredrika Bremer, born in Finland in 1802.] 

CHEEK grow pale, but heart be vigorous ! 
Body fail, but soul have peace ! 
"Welcome, pain ! thou searcher rigorous ! 

Slay me, but my faith increase. 
Sin, o'er sense so softly stealing, 

Doubt, that would my strength impair, 
Hence at once from life and feeling ! 

Now my cross I gladly bear. 
Up, my soul ! with clear sedateness 

Read Heaven's law, writ bright and broad ; 


LYRICS. [214, 215 

Up ! a sacrifice to greatness, 

Truth, and goodness, — up to God ! 

Up to labor ! from thee shaking 
Off the bonds of sloth, be brave ! 

Give thyself to prayer and waking ; 
Toil some fainting heart to save ! 

215 Veni Creator Spiritus. 

[The origin of this famous hymn is unknown. Its authorship has been at- 
tributed to Charlemagne, but on no sufficient grounds, so far as we can 
ascertain. In the revisal of its Liturgy in 1662, the Church of England 
retained it in its offices for ordaining priests and consecrating bishops. It 
was formerly used at the coronation of kings and emperors. The Roman 
Catholic Church still employs it at the creation of popes. It is one of the 
instances in which the English version surpasses the original.] 

COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire 
And lighten with celestial fire. 
Thou the anointing Spirit art, 
"Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart. 
Thy blessed unction from above 
Is comfort, life, and fire of love. 
Enable with perpetual light 
The dullness of our blinded sight. 
Anoint and cheer our soiled face 
With the abundance of Thy grace. 
Keep far our foes, give peace at home : 
Where Thou art Guide, no ill can come. 
Teach us to know the Father, Son, 
And Thee of both to be but One ; 
That through the ages all along, 
This may be our endless song : 
Praise to Thine eternal merit, 
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. 

216] LYRICS. 

216 " The whole Family in Heaven and Earth" 

[By Rev. Charles Wesley. Some years after his death, his brother John 
" was officiating in City Road Chapel, London. After prayer, while the 
people were expecting the hymn, he stood silent for a long space, with 
his eyes closed. At length he solemnly repeated this hymn written by hia 
deceased brother. The effect upon those who knew both these saintly 
men, is said to have been overwhelming.] 

COME, let us join our friends above, 
That have obtained the prize ; 
And on the eagle wings of love 
To joys celestial rise. 

Let all the saints terrestrial sing, 

With those to glory gone ; 
For all the servants of our King, 

In earth and heaven, are one. 

One family we dwell in Him, 

One church above, beneath, 
Though now divided by the stream, 

The narrow stream, of death. 

One army of the living God, 

To His command we bow ; 
Part of His host have crossed the flood, 

And part are crossing now. 

Ten thousand to their endless home 

This solemn moment fly ; 
And we are to the margin come, 

And we expect to die. 

O that we now might grasp our Guide ! 

that the word were given ! 
Come, Lord of Hosts, the waves divide, 

And land us all in heaven. 


LYEICS. 217, 218] 

217 u Come, let us Pray." 

'^OME, let us pray : 'tis sweet to feel 
That God Himself is near ; 
That, while we at His footstool kneel, 

His mercy deigns to hear : 
Though sorrows cloud life's dreary way, 
This is our solace, — let us pray. 
Come, let us pray : the burning brow, 

The heart oppressed with care. 
And all the woes that throng us now, 

Will be relieved by prayer : 
Our God will chase our griefs away ; 
O glorious thought ! — come, let us pray. 
Come, let us pray : the mercy-seat 

Invites the fervent prayer ; 
Our Heavenly Father waits to greet 

The contrite spirit there : 
loiter not, nor longer stay 
From Him who loves us ; — let us pray. 

218 " Prepare ye the Way of the Lord." 

[By Chables Wesley.] 

C~ OMFORT. ye ministers of grace, 
Comfort the people of your Lord ; 
O lift ye up the fallen race, 

And cheer them by the Gospel word. 
Go into every nation, go ; 

Speak to their trembling hearts, and cry,— 
Glad tidings unto all we show : 
Jerusalem, thy God is nigh. 


218, 219] LYRICS. 

Hark ! in the wilderness a cry, 

A voice that loudly calls, — Prepare ; 

Prepare your hearts, for God is nigh, 
And waits to make His entrance there. 

The Lord your God shall quickly come ; 

Sinners, repent, the call obey : 
Open your hearts to make him room ; 

Ye desert souls, prepare the way. 

The Lord shall clear His way through all ; 

Whate'er obstructs, obstructs in vain ; 
The vale shall rise, the mountain fall, 

Crooked be straight, and rugged plain. 

The glory of the Lord display'd 
Shall all mankind together view ; 

And what His mouth in truth hath said, 
His own almighty hand shall do. 

219 Dies Irce. 

[Written by Thomas of Celaso, a monk of the order of the Minorites. 
He died in 125-3, and this poem was found after his death, in a box 
that belonged to him. There are seventy English translations extant. 
C'rar-haw's is the earliest. Its introduction into Faust, by Goethe, has 
^iven it increased popularity in modern literature. Dr. Samuel Johnson 
could never repeat the tenth"stanza in the original without tears. Sir Wal- 
ter Scott was frequently heard murmuring passages of it in his laet ill- 
ness. Lord Roscommon died, it is said, repeating with great devotion two 
lines of his own translation, — 

" My God, my Father, and my Friend, 
Do not forsake me in my end." 
We have found the version by Hon. John A. Dix to combine, in the 
whole, more literalness and poetry than any Other entire translation. 
That by Dr. S. J. Irons is regarded as the best in England. We have 
combined these two, giving in brackets the stanzas by Irons; the others 
are by Dix, except the first, which is by another hand.] 


AY of wrath ! that clay of burning, 
Earth and heaven to ashes turning, 

Saint and Sibyl were discerning 


L¥RICS. [219 

Ah ! what terror is impending, 
When the Judge is seen descending, 
And each secret veil is rending. 
[Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth, 
Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth, 
All before the throne it bringeth ! ] 
Death and Nature, mazed, are quaking, 
When, the grave's long slumber breaking, 
Man to judgment is awaking. 
[Lo ! the book exactly worded. 
Wherein all hath been recorded ! — 
Thence shall judgment be awarded.] 
[When the Judge His seat attaineth, 
And each hidden deed arraigneth, 
Nothing unavenged remaineth.] 
What shall I then say, unfriended, 
By no advocate attended, 
When the just are scarce defended ? 
[King of Majesty tremendous, 
Who dost free salvation send us, 
Fount of Pity ! then befriend us.] 
Holy Jesus, meek, forbearing, 
For my sins the death-crown wearing, 
Save me, in that day, despairing. 
Worn and weary Thou hast sought me ; 
By Thy cross and passion bought me ; — 
[Shall such grace be vainly brought me ?] 
Righteous Judge of retribution, 
Give, give me absolution 
Ere the day of dissolution. 


219, 220] LYRICS. 

[Guilty, now, I pour my moaning, 
All my shame with anguish owning ! 
Spare, God, Thy suppliant groaning !] 
Thou to Mary gav'st remission, 
Heard'st the dying thief's petition, 
Bad'st me hope in my contrition. 
In my prayers no grace discerning, 
Yet on me Thy favor turning, 
Save my soul from endless burning ! 
Give me, when Thy sheep confiding 
Thou art from the goats dividing, 
On Thy right a place abiding ! 
When the wicked are confounded, 
And by bitter flames surrounded, 
Be my joyful pardon sounded ! 
[Low I kneel, with heart submission — 
See, like ashes, my contrition — 
Help me in my last condition ! ] 
Day of weeping, when from ashes 
Man shall rise 'mid lightning flashes, 
Guilty, trembling with contrition, 
Save him, Father, from perdition ! 

220 Days of my Youth. 

U3y St. George Tucker, an accomplished scholar, Judge of the United 
States District Court for Eastern Virginia, born 1752 ; died HST.] 

DAYS of my youth, ye have glided away : 
Hairs of my youth, ye are frosted and 
gray : 
Eyes of my youth, your keen sight is no more 
Cheeks of my youth, ye are furrow'd all o'er : 


LYRICS. [220. 221 

Strength of my youth, all your vigor is gone : 
Thoughts of ray youth, your gay visions are 

Days of my youth, T wish not your recall : 
Hairs of my youth, I'm content ye should fall : 
Eyes of my youth, you much evil have seen : 
Cheeks of my youth, bathed in tears you have 

been : 
Thoughts of my youth, you have led me astray : 
Strength of my youth, why lament your decay ? 
Days of my age, ye will shortly be past : 
Pains of my age. yet a while you can last : 
Joys of my age, in true wisdom delight : 
Eyes of my age, be religion your light: 
Thoughts of my age, dread ye not the cold sod : 
Hopes of my age, be fix'd on your God. 

221 The Miracle. 

T3y Rev. James Feeemax Claeke. born in Xew Hanover, New Hamp- 
shire, in 18Q2, now r ; - ton. This poem was written in 1856.] 

DEAR Friend, whose presence in the house, 
Whose gracious word benign, 
Could once at Cana's wedding feast 

Turn water into wine, — 
Come visit us, and when dull work 

Grows weary, line on line, 
Revive our souls, and make us see 

Life's water glow as wine. 
Gay mirth shall deepen into joy, 

Earth's hopes shall grow divine, 
When Jesus visits us, to turn 
Life's water into wine. 

221. 222J LYKICS. 

The social talk, the evening fire 

The homely household shrine, 
Shall glow with angels' visits when 

The Lord pours out the wine ! 
For when self-seeking turns to love, 

Which knows not mine and thine, 
The miracle again is wrought, 

And water changed to wine. 

222 Nothing Fair on Earth. 

IBy Angelus Silesius, born 1024 ; died 1077. This version is by Frances 
Elizabeth Cox, 1841.] 

EARTH has nothing sweet or fair, 
Lovely forms or beauties rare, 
But before my eyes they bring 
Christ, of beauty Source and Spring. 
When the morning paints the skies, 
When the golden sunbeams rise, 
Then my Saviour's form I find 
Brightly imaged on my mind. 
When the day-beams pierce the night, 
Oft I think on Jesus' light, 
Think how bright that light will be, 
Shining through eternity. 
When, as moonlight softly steals, 
Heaven its thousand eyes reveals, 
Then I think : who made their light 
Is a thousand times more bright. 
When I see, in spring-tide gay, 
Fields their varied tints display, 


LYRICS [222, 223 

"Wakes the thrilling thought in rne, 
What must their Creator be ! 
Sweetness fills the air around, 
At the echo's answering sound ; 
But more sweet than echo's fall, 
Is to me the Bridegroom's call. 

Come, Lord Jesus ! and dispel 
This dark cloud in which I dwell ; 
Thus to me the power impart, 
To behold Thee as Thou art. 

223 Thy will, not Mine. 

[By Axxa L. Waking.] 

FATHER, I know that all my life 
Is portioned out for me ; 
The changes that will surely come 

I do not fear to see ; 
I ask Thee for a present mind, 

Intent on pleasing Thee. 
I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, 

Through constant watching wise, 
To meet the glad with joyful smiles, 

And wipe the weeping eyes ; 
A heart at leisure from itself, 

To soothe and sympathize. 
I would not have the restless will 

That hurries to and fro, 
That seeks for some great thing to do$ 

Or secret thing to know : 
I would be treated as a child, 

And guided where I go. 

13 187 

223, 224] LYRICS. 

"Wherever in the world I am, 

In whatsoe'er estate, 
I have a fellowship with hearts, 

To keep and cultivate ; 
A work of lowly love to do 

For Him on whom I wait. 
I ask Thee for the daily strength, 

To none that ask denied, 
A mind to blend with outward life, 

While keeping at Thy side ; 
Content to fill a little space, 

If Thou be glorified. 
And if some things I do not ask, 

Among my blessings be, 
I'd have my spirit filled the more 

With grateful love to Thee ; 
More careful — not to serve Thee much, 

But please Thee perfectly. 

224 Tfie Universal Prayer. 

[By Alexakder Pope.] 

FATHER of all ! in every age, 
In every clime adored, 
By saint, by savage, or by sage, 

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! 
Thou great First Cause ! least understood, 

Who all my sense confined, 
To know but this, — that Thou art good, 

And that myself am blind ; 
Yet gave me in this dark estate, 

To see the good from ill ; 


LYRICS. [224, 225 

And binding nature fast in fate, 
Left free the human will ; 

What conscience dictates to be done, 

Or warns me not to do, 
This teach me, more than hell, to shun, 

That more than heaven pursue. 

If I am right, Thy grace impart 

Still in the right to stay ; 
If I am wrong, teach my heart 

To find that better way. 

Save me alike from foolish pride 

Or impious discontent, 
At aught Thy wisdom has denied, 

Or aught Thy goodness lent. 

Teach me to feel another's woe, 

To hide the fault I see ; 
The mercy I to others show, 

That mercy show to me. 

This day be bread and peace my lot, 

All else beneath the sun 
Thou knowest if best bestowed or not, 

And let Thy will be done. 

225 Battle- Song. 

~By Altexbeeg, 1631, and sung by the Evangelical army at the battle of 
Leipsic, Sept. 7, 1631. It became the battle-song of Gustavus Adolphus> 
He sang it for the last time, on entering the field of Ltitzen against WaJlen 
stein, his last victory, the field of his triumphant death.] 

FEAR not, little flock, the foe 
Who madly seeks your overthrow ; 
Dread not his rage and power : 

225, 226] LYRICS. 

What though your courage sometimes faints ! 
This seeming triumph o'er God's saints 
Lasts but a little hour. 

Fear not ! be strong ! your cause belongs 
To Him who can avenge your wrongs ; 

Leave all to Him, our Lord : 
Though hidden yet from all our eyes, 
He sees His Gideon who shall rise ! 

He girdeth on his sword ! 

As sure as God's own promise stands, 
Not earth, nor hell, with all their bands, 

Against us shall prevail : 
The Lord shall mock them from His throne ; 
God is with us, we are His own ; 

Our vict'ry cannot fail ! 

Amen ! Lord Jesus, grant our prayer ; 
Great Captain ! now Thine arm make bare ; 

Fight for us once again : 
So shall all saints and martyrs raise 
A joyful chorus to thy praise, 

World without end. Amen. 

226 " Friend after Friend departs" 

[By James Montgomery, 1824.] 

FRIEND after friend departs : 
Who hath not lost a friend ? 
There is no union here of hearts 
That finds not here an end : 
Were this frail world our only rest, 
Living or dying, none were blest. 


LYRICS. [226, 227 

Beyond the flight of time, 

Beyond this vale of death, 
There surely is some blessed clime 

Where life is not a breath, 
Nor life's affection transient fire, 
Whose sparks fly upward to expire. 
There is a world above, 

Where parting is unknown ; 
A whole eternity of love, 

Form'd for the good alone : 
And faith beholds the dying here 
Translated to that happier sphere. 
Thus star by star declines, 

Till all are pass'd away, 
As morning high and higher shines, 

To pure and perfect day ; 
Nor sink those stars in empty night, — 
They hide themselves in heaven's own light 

227 With the Lord. 

[By James Montgomebt.] 

FOREVER with the Lord ! 
Amen, so let it be ! 
Life from the dead is in that word, 

'Tis immortality. 
Here in the body pent, 

Absent from Him I roam ; 
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 

A day's march nearer home. 
Forever with the Lord ! 

Father, if 'tis Thy will, 


227, 228] LYRICS. 

The promise of that faithful word, 
E'en here to me fulfill. 

So when my latest breath 

Shall rend the veil in twain, 
By death I shall escape from death, 

And life eternal gain. 

Knowing as I am known, 

How shall I love that word, 
And oft repeat before the throne, 

Forever with the Lord ! 

228 Light shining out of Darkness. 

[By William Cowper, born 1731: died 1800. He was subject to fits of pro- 
found melancholy, sometimes amounting to mental derangement. In one 
of these he went from Olney, where he resided, to drown himself in a par- 
ticular part of the River Ouse. He hired a chaise and driver who knew the 
way, having frequently visited the spot. On this occasion he unaccount- 
ably lost his way, and several hours were vainly consumed in striving to 
find it. Thus the spell was broken, find Cowper returned to his study tc 
write this hymn, which has been so wonderfully instructive and comfort- 
ing to thousands. The title above is that assigned by Cowper. This hymn 
is the last he ever composed for the Olney collection.] 

GOD moves in a mysterious way, 
His wonders to perform ; 
He plants His footsteps in the sea, 
And rides upon the storm. 

Deep in unfathomable mines 

Of never failing skill, 
He treasures up His bright designs, 

And works His sov'reign will. 

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : 
The clouds ye so much dread 

Are big with mercy, and shall break 
In blessings on your head. 


LYRICS. [228, 229 

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

But trust Him for His grace ; 
Behind a frowning providence 

He hides a smiling face.' 
His purposes will ripen fast, 

Unfolding every hour: 
The bud may have a bitter taste, 

But sweet will be the flower. 
Blind unbelief is sure to err, 

And scan His work in vain : 
God is His own interpreter, 

And He will make it plain. 

229 Charity. 

[By Dr. Isaac Watts- A paraphrase or 1 Cor. xiii. 1-3.] 

HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 
And nobler speech than angels use, 
If love be absent, I am found 
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 
Were I inspired to preach and tell 
All that is done in heaven and hell, 
Or could my faith the world remove, 
Still I am nothing without love. 
Should I distribute all my store 
To feed the bowels of the poor, 
Or give my body to the flame 
To gain a martyr's glorious name : 
If love to God and love to men 
Be absent, all my hopes are vain : 
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, 
The works of love can e'er fulfill. 

230] LYRICS. 

230 Wisdom. 

[By Charles Wesley. A paraphrase of Proverbs iii. 13-18.] 

HAPPY the man that finds the grace, 
The blessing of God's chosen race, 
The wisdom coming from above, 
The faith that sweetly works by love. 

Happy, beyond description, he 

Who knows " the Saviour died for me ! " 

The gift unspeakable obtains, 

And heavenly understanding gains. 

Wisdom divine ! who tells the price 
Of wisdom's costly merchandise ? 
Wisdom to silver we prefer, 
And gold is dross compared with her. 

Her hands are fill'd with length of days, 
True riches and immortal praise — 
Riches of Christ on all bestow'd, 
And honor that descends from God. 

To purest joys she all invites, 
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights : 
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
And all her flowery paths are peace. 

Happy the man who wisdom gains : 
Thrice happy who his guest retains : 
He owns, and shall forever own, 
Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven are one. 


LYRICS. [231 

231 Step by Step. 

HEAVEN is not reached by a single bound ; 
But we build the ladder by which we 
From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, 
And we mount to its summit round by round. 

I count these things to be grandly true, 

That a noble deed is a step toward God — 
Lifting the soul from the common sod 

To a purer air and a broader view. 

"We rise by the things that are under our feet, 
By what we have mastered in greed and 

By the pride deposed and the passion slain, 

And the vanquished ill we hourly meet. 

We hope, w r e resolve, we aspire, we trust, 
When the morning calls to life and light ; 
But our hearts grow weary, and ere the night 

Our lives are trailing in the sordid dust. 

Wings for the angels, but feet for the men ; 
We must borrow the wings to find the way — 
We may hope and resolve, and aspire and 

But our feet must rise or we fall again. 

Only in dreams is the ladder thrown 

From the weary earth to the sapphire wall ; 
But the dreams depart, and the visions fall, 

And the sleeper wakes on his pillow of stone. 


231. 232] LYRICS. 

Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; 
But we build the ladder by which we rise 
From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, 

And we mount to its summit round by round. 

232 Adeste, Jldeles. 

[In the measure of the original.] 

HITHER, ye faithful, adoring triumphant, 
Come, come, and your off 'ring to Beth- 
lehem bring ; 
Lo ! He is born who is Monarch of angels : 
O come, let us worship the sovereign King. 

He is the God of God, Light of Light, own 
Though He from the womb of the Virgin 
doth spring ; 
He is the true God, not made but begotten : 
O come, let us worship the sovereign King. 

Now the glad chorus of angels is singing, 
O how the great palace celestial doth ring! 

Let there be glory to God in the highest: 
O come, let us worship the sovereign King 

Jesus, because of Thy birth we extol Thee, 
This day shall Thy people their offerings 
bring : 

Word of the Father, eternal, incarnate : 

come, let us worship the sovereign King. 


LYRICS. [233 

233 Veni Sonde Spiritus. 

[Written by Robert, =on of Hugh Capet, whom he succeeded on the throne 
of France, A. d. 9/7. He was a lovely soul, whose gentleness unfitted him 
to be a monarch in rude and stormy times. He will be known for ages 
through his hymn of Veni Sancte Spiritus.] 

HOLY Spirit, come, we pray. 
Come from heaven and shed the ray 

Of Thy light divine. 
Come, Thou Father of the poor. 
Giver from a boundless store, 

Light of hearts, O shine ! 
Matchless Comforter in woe, 
Sweetest Guest the soul can know, 

Living waters blest. 
When we weep, our solace sweet, 
Coolest shade in summer heat, 

In our labor rest. 
Holy and most blessed light. 
Make our inmost spirits bright 

With Thy radiance mild ; 
For without Thy sacred powers, 
Nothing can we own of ours, 

Nothing undefined. 
"What is arid, fresh bedew ; 
What is sordid, cleanse anew ; 

Balm on the wounded pour 
What is rigid, gently bend ; 
On what is cold, Thy fervor send ; 

What has stray'd, restore. 
To Thine own in every place 
Give the sacred sevenfold grace, 

Give Thy faithful this. 


233, 234] LYRICS. 

Give to virtue its reward, 
Safe and peaceful end afford, 
Give eternal bliss. 

234 Travellers Hymn. 

"Written in 1700 by Joseph Addisox, upon hie return from a tour on the 

HOW are Thy servants blest, O Lord ! 
How sure is their defense ! 
Eternal wisdom is their guide, 

Their help, omnipotence. 
In foreign realms and lands remote, 

Supported by Thy care, 
Through burning climes they pass unhurt, 

And breathe in tainted air. 
When by the dreadful tempest borne 

High on the broken wave, 
They know Thou art not slow to hear, 

Nor impotent to save. 
The storm is laid, the winds retire, 

Obedient to Thy will ; 
The sea, that roars at Thy command, 

At Thy command is still. 
In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, 

Thy goodness I'll adore ; 
I'll praise Thee for Thy mercies past, 

And humbly hope for more. 
My life, while Thou preserv'st that life, 

Thy sacrifice shall be ; 
And death, when death shall be my lot, 

Shall join my soul to Thee. 


LYRICS. [235, 236 

235 Death of the Righteous. 

[By Mrs. Barbacld.] 

HOW blest the righteous when he dies ! 
When sinks a weary soul to rest ! 
How mildly beam the closing eyes ! 
How gently heaves th' expiring breast ! 

So fades a summer cloud away ; 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; 
So gently shuts the eye of day ; 

So dies a wave along the shore. 

A holy quiet reigns around, — 

A calm which life nor death destroys : 

And naught disturbs that peace profound 
Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys. 

Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, 
Light from its load the spirit flies, 

While heaven and earth combine to say, — 
How blest the righteous when he dies ! 


236 ZiorCs Watchmen. 

fBy Dr. Isaac Watts. Paraphrase of Isaiah lii. 7.] 

OW beauteous are their feet 
Who stand on Zion's hill, — 
Who bring salvation on their tongues, 
And words of peace reveal ! 

How charming is their voice, — 
So sweet the tidings are ; 

Zion, behold thy Saviour King ; 
He reigns and triumphs here- 


236, 237] LYRICS. 

How happy are our ears, 

That hear the joyful sound, 
Which kings and prophets waited for, 

And sought, but never found. 
How blessed are our eyes, 

That see this heavenly light ; 
Prophets and kings desired it long. 

But died without the sight. 
The watchmen join their voice, 

And tuneful notes employ ; 
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 

And deserts learn the joy. 
The Lord makes bare His arm 

Through all the earth abroad : 
Let every nation now behold 

Their Saviour and their God. 

237 The Eternal Tears. 

[By Frederick Faber.] 

HOW shalt thou bear the cross that now 
So dread a weight appears ? 
Keep quietly to God, and think 

Upon the Eternal Years. 
Brave quiet is the thing for thee, 

Chiding thy scrupulous fears ; 
Learn to be real from the thought 

Of the Eternal Years. 
One cross can sanctify a soul ; 

Late saints and ancient seers 
Were what they were because they mused 

Upon the Eternal Years. 


LYRICS. [237, 238 

Death will have rainbows round it seen 
Through calm contrition's tears, 

If tranquil Hope but trims her lamp 
At the Eternal Years. 

238 The Evening. 

[By Mrs. Phcebe H. Bbow>-, the faithful mother of many children, one 
of whom is now a missionary in the East. Mothers may take an interest 
in knowing that in the original the second line reads, " From children and 
from care.''] 

I LOVE to steal awhile away 
From every cumb'ring care, 
And spend the hours of setting day 
In humble, grateful prayer. 

I love in solitude to shed 

The penitential tear, 
And all His promises to plead 

Where none but God can hear. 

I love to think on mercies past, 

And future good implore, — 
And all my cares and sorrows cast 

On Him whom I adore. 

I love by faith to take a view 
Of brighter scenes in heaven ; 

The prospect doth my strength renew, 
While here by tempests driven. 

Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er 

May its departing ray 
Be calm as this impressive hour, 

•And lead to endless day. 


[239 LYRICS. 

239 My Psalm. 

[By John Greexleaf Whittier, born in Haverhill, Mass., 1808.] 

I MOURN no more my vanished years : 
Beneath a tender rain, 
An April rain of smiles and tears, 

My heart is young again. 
The west winds blow, and, singing low, 

I hear the glad streams run ; 
The windows of my soul I throw 

Wide open to the sun. 
No longer forward nor behind 

I look in hope or fear ; 
But, grateful, take the good I find, 

The best of now and here. 
I plough no more a desert land, 

To harvest weed and tare ; 
The manna dropping from God's hand 

Rebukes my painful care. 
I break my pilgrim staff — I lay 

Aside my toiling oar ; 
The angel sought so far away 

I welcome at my door. 
The airs of spring may never play 

Among the ripening corn, 
Nor freshness of the flowers of May 

Blow through the autumn morn ; 
Yet shall the blue-eyed gentian look 

Through fringed lids to heaven, 
And the pale aster in the brook 

Shall see its image given ; — 


LYRICS. 239] 

The woods shall wear their robes of praise, 

The south wind softly sigh, 
And sweet, calm days in golden haze 

Melt down the amber sky. 
Not less shall manly deed and word 

Rebuke an age of wrong; 
The graven flowers that wreathe the sword 

Make not the blade less strong. 
But smiting hands shall learn to heal, — 

To build as to destroy ; 
Nor less my heart for others feel 

That I the more enjoy. 
All as God wills, who wisely heeds 

To give or to withhold, 
And knoweth more of all my needs 

Than all my prayers have told ! 
Enough that blessings undeserved 

Have marked my erring track : — 
That wheresoe'er my feet have swerved- 

His chastening turned me back ; — 

That more and more a Providence 

Of Love is understood, 
Making the springs of time and sense 

Sweet with eternal good ; — 

That death seems but a covered way 

Which opens into light, 
Wherein no blinded child can stray 

Beyond the Father's sight ; — 

That care and trial seem at last, 
Through Memory's sunset air. 

14 203 

239, 210] LYRICS. 

Like mountain-ranges overpast, 
In purple distance fair ; — 

That all the jarring notes of life 
Seem blending in a psalm, 

And all the angles of its strife 
Slow rounding into calm. 

And so the shadows fall apart. 
And so the west winds play ; 

And all the windows of my heart 
I open to the clay. 

240 Tlie Bock of Salvation. 

By Francis S. Key, bnrn in Maryland in 1770 ; died in Washington 1848. 
He is known as the author of" The Star-Spangled Banner. J 

IF life's pleasures cheer thee, 
Give them not thy heart, 
Lest the gifts ensnare thee 
From thy God to part : 
His praises speak, His favor seek, 

Fix there thy hopes' foundation ; 
Love Him, and He shall ever be 
The Rock of thy salvation. 

If sorrow e'er befall thee, 

Painful though it be, 
Let not fear appall thee ; 
To thy Saviour flee ; 
He, ever near, thy prayer will hear, 

And calm thy perturbation ; 
The waves of woe shall ne'er o'erflow 
The Rock of thy salvation. 


LYRICS. [240, 241 

Death shall never harm thee, 
Shrink not from his blow, 
For thy God shall arm thee, 
And victory bestow : 
For death shall bring to thee no sting, 

The grave no desolation ; 
'Tis gain to die, with Jesus nigh, 
The Rock of thy salvation. 

241 Subdued by the Cross. 

By Rev. John Newton, born 1725 ; died 1807. He was the friend and 
pastor of William Cowper. In this poem he records the history of his con- 

IN evil long I took delight, 
Unawed by shame or fear, 
Till a new object struck my sight, 
And stopp'd my wild career. 

I saw one hanging on a tree, 

In agonies and blood, 
Who fix'd His languid eyes on me, 

As near His cross I stood. 

Sure, never to my latest breath 

Can I forget that look : 
It seem'd to charge me with His death, 

Though not a word He spoke. 
My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, 

And plunged me in despair : 
I saw my sins His blood had spilt, 

And helped to nail Him there. 
A second look He gave, which said, 

" I freely all forgive : 



24:1, 24:2] LYRICS. 

This blood is for thy ransom paid : 
I die, that thou mayest live." 

Thus, while His death my sin displays 
In all its blackest hue, 

Such is the mystery of grace, 
It seals my pardon too. 

242 Glorying in the Cross. 

[Perhaps by John Bowring, LL. D., of England ; born 1792.] 

N the cross of Christ I glory, 

Towering o'er the wrecks of time : 
All the light of sacred story 

Gathers round its head sublime. 

When the woes of life o'ertake me, 
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, 

Never shall the cross forsake me : 
Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 

When the sun of bliss is beaming 
Light and love upon my way, 

From the cross the radiance streaming 
Adds new lustre to the day. 

Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
By the cross are sanctified : 

Peace is there that knows no measure, 
Joys that through all time abide. 

In the cross of Christ I glory, 

Towering o'er the wrecks of time : 

All the light of sacred story 

Gathers round its head sublime. 



LYRICS [24:3, 244 

243 Litany to the Holy Spirit. 

[By Kobert Hebbick, 1648.] 

'N the hour of my distress, 
"When tempations me oppress, 
And when I my sins confess, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 
When I lie within my bed, 
Sick at heart and sick at head, 
And with doubts disquieted, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 
When the house doth sigh and weep, 
And the world is drowned in sleep 
Yet mine eyes the watch do keep, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 
When the tempter me pursu'th 
With the sins of all my youth, 
And half damns me with untruth, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 
When the judgment is revealed, 
And that opened which was sealed, 
When to Thee I have appealed, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 

244 The Heart's Song. 

"By Arthur Cleavelaxd Coxe, D. D., Bishop of Western New York la 
the Protestant Episcopal Church ; born in 1818, in New Jersey.] 

IN the silent midnight watches, 
List thy bosom-door ; 
How it knocketh, knocketh, knocketh, 
Knocketh evermore ! 


244, 245] LYKICS. 

Say not 'tis thy pulse's beating, 

'Tis thy heart of sin ; 
'Tis thy Saviour stands entreating, 

" Rise and let me in." 

Death comes down with equal footstep 

To the hall and hut ; 
Think you death will stand a-knocking 

Where the door is shut ? 
Jesus waiteth, waiteth, waiteth ; 

But thy door is fast ; 
Grieved, at length away He turneth ; 

Death breaks in at last. 

Then 'tis thine to stand entreating 

Christ to let thee in ; 
At the door of heaven beating, 

Wailing for thy sin. 
Nay, alas ! thou foolish virgin, 

Hast thou then forgot ? 
Jesus waited long to know thee, 

But — He knows thee not. 

245 ^ e ' 5 not Death to die. 

By George W. Betitune, D. D., LL. D., born in New York 1805 ; died 
in Florence, Italy, 1862. A distinguished clergyman of the Reformed 
Dutch Church.] 

IT is not death to die, 
To leave this weary road, 
And, midst the brotherhood on high, 
To be at home with God. 

It is not death to close 

The eye long dimm'd by tears, 


LYRICS. [24:5, 2<16 

And wake in glorious repose 
To spend eternal years. 

It is not death to bear 

The wrench that sets us free 
From dungeon-chains, to breathe the air 

Of boundless liberty. 

It is not death to fling 

Aside this sinful dust, 
And rise on strong, exulting wing, 

To live among the just. 

Jesus, Thou Prince of Life, 

Thy chosen cannot die ! 
Like Thee, they conquer in the strife, 

To reign with Thee on high. 

246 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives. 

[By Louisa Henrietta, Electiess of Brandenburg, 1G49, on the death of 
her son. Based on Job xix. 25-27 and 1 Cor. xv. A" favorite hymn in Ger- 

JESUS, my # Redeemer, lives, 
And His life I once shall see ; 
Bright the hope this promise gives, 

Where He is I soon shall be. 
Shall I fear then? Can the Head 
Rise and leave the members dead ? 

Ye who suffer, sigh, and moan, 

Fresh and glorious there shall reign ; 

Earthly here the seed is sown, 
Heavenly it shall rise again ; 

Natural here the death we die, 

Spiritual our life on high. 

246, 217] LYRICS. 

Body, be thou of good cheer, 

In thy Saviour's care rejoice, 
Give not place to gloom and fear, 

Dead thou yet shalt know His voice, 
When the final trump is heard, 
And the deaf cold grave is stirr'd. 
Laugh to scorn then death and hell, 

Laugh to scorn the gloomy grave ; 
Caught into the air to dwell 

With the Lord who comes to save, 
We shall trample on our foes, 
Mortal weakness, fear, and woes. 
Only see ye that your heart 

Rise betimes from earthly lust ; 
Would you there with Him have part, 

Here obey your Lord and trust. 
Fix your hearts beyond the skies, 
Whither ye yourselves would rise. 

247 Charity. * 

[By Miss Adelaide A. Proctor. J 

JUDGE not; the workings of his braiu 
And of his heart thou canst not see ; 
What looks to thy dim eyes a stain, 

In God's pure light may only be 
A scar, brought from some well-won field, 
Where thou wouldst only faint and yield. 
The look, the air, that frets thy sight 

May be a token that below 
The soul has closed in deadly fight 

With some infernal fiery foe, 


LYRICS. [247, 24:8 

"Whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace, 
And cast thee shuddering on thy face. 
The fall thou darest to despise, 

May be the angel's slackened hand 
Has suffered it, that he may rise 

And take a firmer, surer stand ; 
Or, trusting less to earthly things, 
May henceforth learn to use his wings. 
And judge none lost ; but wait and see, 

With hopeful pity, not disdain ; 
The depth of the abyss may be 

The measure of the height of pain 
And love and glory that may raise 
This soul to God in after days ! 

248 Sin. 

[By "holy Geoege Heebebt," bom in Shropshire, England, 1593.] 

LORD, with what care hast thou begirt us 
round ! 

Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters 
Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound 

To rules of reason, holy messengers ; 
Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, 

Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes, 
Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in, 

Bibles laid open, millions of surprises ; 
Blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness, 

The sound of glory ringing in our ears ; 
Without, our shame ; within, our consciences ; 

Angels and grace, eternal hopes and fears, — 
Yet all these fences, and their whole array, 
One cunning bosom-sin blows quite away ! 

24:9, 250] LYRICS. 

M ] 

249 Bartimeus. 

[By Rev. John Newton.] 

ERCY, O thou Son of David ! " 
Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd ; 
Others by Thy word are saved, 

Now to me afford Thine aid : 
Many for his crying chid him, 

But he calPd the louder still ; 
Till the gracious Saviour bid him, 

" Come, and ask me what you will." 
Money was not what he wanted, 

Though by begging used to live ; 
But he ask'd and Jesus granted 

Alms, which none but He could give 
" Lord, remove this grievous blindness, 

Let my eyes behold the day : " 
Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, 

Follow'd Jesus in the way. 
O methinks I hear him praising, 

Publishing to all around : 
" Friends, is not my case amazing? 

What a Saviour I have found ! 
O that all the blind but knew Him, 

And would be advised by me ! 
Surely would they hasten to Him, 

He would cause them all to see." 

250 Morning at the Tomb. 

[By Rev. William B. Colltek.] 

ORNING breaks upon the tomb : 

M ( 

Jesus scatters all its gloom 


LYRICS. [250, 251 

Day of triumph ! through the skies 
See the glorious Saviour rise ! 
Christian ! dry your flowing tears ; 
Chase those unbelieving fears : ■ 
Look on His deserted grave ; 
Doubt no more His power to save. 
Ye, who are of death afraid. 
Triumph in the scattered shade ; 
Drive your anxious cares away : 
See the place where Jesus lay ! 
Lo ! the rising sun appears, 
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres ; 
Lo ! returning beams of light 
Chase the terrors of the night. 

251 Night. 

[By Rev. Thomas L. Haeeis.] 

NIGHT prays with rosary of stars ; 
The heavens and earth are still ; 
And prayer the Eden-world unbars 

To men of loving will. 
We leave the city's shady streets, 

And seek the home of prayer ; 
And there the soul its Father meets ; 

And angels lead us there. 
Before the evening lamps were lit, 

The loving angels came, 
With us to seek the Infinite, 

And own the Saviour's name. 
Still, as we worship, they adore ; 

In silent grace they stand; 


251, 252] LYRICS. 

And still our spirits they implore 
To seek the Happy Land. 

252 Supplication. 

[By Jean Dtoelow.J 

OGOD, Kinsman loved, but not enough ! 
O Man, with eyes majestic after death, 
Whose feet have toiled along our pathways 
Whose lips drawn human breath ! 

By that one likeness which is ours and Thine, 
By that one nature which doth hold us kin, 
By that high heaven where sinless Thou dost 
To draw us sinners in, 

By Thy last silence in the judgment-hall, 

By long foreknowledge of the deadly .tree, 
By darkness, by the wormwood and the gall, 
I pray Thee visit me. 

Come, lest this heart should, cold and cast 
Die ere the Guest adored she entertain — 
Lest eyes which never saw Thine earthly day 
Should miss Thy heavenly reign. 

And deign, O watcher, with the sleepless brow, 

Pathetic in its yearning, — deign reply : 
Is there, O is there aught that such as Thou 
Wouldst take from such as I ? 


LYRICS. [253 

253 " Sacred Head." 

'Written in Latin by the Catholic monk, St. Bernard of Clairvaux, in 1153. 
The first line of the original is " Salve caput cruentarum." Translated 
into German by Paul Gerhard t, Lutheran, in 1656, his hymn beginning " O 
Haupt voll Blutt und Wunder." Translated from Paul Gerhardt into Eng- 
lish by Dr. James W. Alexander, an American Presbyterian, who died 
1859, whose version begins " O Sacred Head, now wounded." Our version 
is founded on that.] 

SACRED Head, now wounded ; 
With grief and shame weighed down ! 
O sacred brow surrounded 

With thorns, Thine only crown ! 
Once on a throne of glory, 

Adorn'd with light divine, 
Now all despised and gory, 
I joy to call Thee mine. 
On me, as Thou art dying, 

turn Thy pitying eye ! 
To Thee for mercy crying, 

Before Thy cross I lie : 
Lo ! here I fall, my Saviour ! 

'Tis I deserve Thy place ; 
Look on me with Thy favor, 

Vouchsafe to me Thy grace ! 
The joy can ne'er be spoken, 

Above all joys beside, 
When, in Thy body broken, 

1 thus with safety hide. 
Lord of my life, desiring 

Thy glory, now I see ; 
Beside Thy cross expiring, 

I'd breathe my soul to Thee. 
What language can I borrow 

To thank Thee, dearest Friend, 


253, 254] LYRICS. 

For all Thy dying sorrow, 

Of all my woes the end ? 
O can I leave Thee ever? 

Then do not Thou leave me: 
Lord, let me never, never 

Outlive my love to Thee. 
Be near me when I'm dying ; 

O show Thy cross to me ; 
And to my succor flying, 

Come, Lord, and set me free : 
These eyes, new faith receiving, 

From Thee shall never move : 
For he who dies believing 

Dies safely in Thy love. 

254 The End. 

[By Rev. Josiah Conder, an Fn^lish Congrefrationalist ; bom In 1780 | 
died in 1855.] 

OTHE hour when this material 
Shall have vanished as a cloud, 
When amid the wide ethereal 

All th' invisible shall crowd, — 
And the naked soul, surrounded 

With realities unknown, 
Triumph in the view unbounded, 

Feel herself with God alone ! 
In that sudden, strange transition, 

By what new and finer sense 
Shall she grasp the mighty vision, 

And receive the influence ? 
Angels guard the new immortal, 

Through the wonder-teeming space, 


LYRICS. [254: 

To the everlasting portal, 
To the spirit's resting-place 

Will she, then, with fond emotion, 

Aught of human love retain ? 
Or absorbed in pure devotion, 

Will no earthly trace remain ? 
Can the grave those ties dissever, 

With the very heart-strings twined ? 
Must she part, and part forever, 

With the friends she leaves behind : 

No : the past she still remembers ; 

Faith and hope surviving too, 
Ever watch those sleeping embers, 

Which must rise and live anew : 
For the widowed, lonely spirit. 

Waiting to be clothed afresh, 
Longs perfection to inherit, 

And to triumph in the flesh. 

Angels, let the ransomed stranger 

In your tender care be blessed, 
Hoping, trusting, safe from danger, 

Till the trumpet end her rest, — 
Till the trump which shakes creation 

Through the circling heavens shall roll, 
Till the day of consummation, 

Till the bridal of the soul. 

Can I trust a fellow-being ? 

Can I trust an angel's care ? 
O Thou merciful All-seeing ! 

Beam around my spirit there. 


254:. 255] LYRICS. 

Jesus, blessed Mediator ! 

Thou the airy path hast trod : 
Thou the Judge, the Consummator ! 

Shepherd of the fold of God. 

255 A Canticle of the Beloved. 

[We do not know the origin of this poem. It is more admired hy mnny other 
persons than by the compilers of this volume, whose attention was called 
to it by the ardent praises of one of our most eloquent clergymen. It is 
manifestly modeled on the Sone of Solomon, and may be preserved as a 
fair specimen of erotic devotional poetry.] 

OTHOU in whose presence my soul takes 

On whom in affliction I call, — 
My comfort by day, and my song in the night, 

My hope, my salvation, my all ! 
Where dost Thou at noontide resort with Thy 

To feed on the pastures of love ? 
For why in the valley of death should I weep, 

Or alone in the wilderness rove ? 
O, why should I wander an alien from Thee, 

And cry in the desert for bread ? 
My foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, 

And smile at the tears I have shed. 
Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen 

The star that on Israel shone ? 
Say, if in your tents my Beloved has been, 

And where with His flocks He has gone ? 
This is my Beloved, His form is divine, 

His vestments shed odors around ; 
The locks on His head are as grapes on the vine, 

When autumn with plenty is crowned. 
The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow 


LYRICS. [255 

In the vales on the banks of the streams. 
On His cheeks in the beauty of excellence glow. 

And His eyes are as quivers of beams. 
His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet, 

Is heard through the shadows of death ; 
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet, 

The air is perfumed with His breath. 
His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow, 

That waters the garden of grace ; 
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall 

And bask in the smiles of His face. 
Love sits in His eyelids, and scatters delight 

Through all the bright mansions on high ; 
Their faces the cherubim veil in His sight, 

And tremble with fullness of joy. 
He looks, and ten thousand of angels rejoice, 

And myriads wait for His word ; 
He speaks, and eternity, filled with His voice, 

Reechoes the praise of the Lord. 
His vestments of righteousness, who shall de- 
scribe ? 

Its purity words would defile : 
The heavens from His presence fresh beauties 

And earth is made rich by His smile. 
Such is my Beloved, in excellence bright,' 

When pleased He looks down from above. 
Like the morn when He breathes from the 
chambers of light, 

And comforts His people with love. 

15 219 

258] LYRICS. 

Now tell me if that any is 
For gift or grace surpassing this — 
" He giveth His beloved, sleep ? " 

What would we give to our beloved ? 
The hero's heart to be unmoved, 

The poet's star-tuned harp to sweep, 
The patriot's voice to teach and rouse, 
The monarch's crown to light the brows ? — 

He giveth His beloved, sleep. 

What do we give to our beloved ? 
A little faith all undisproved, 

A little dust to overweep, 
And bitter memories to make 
The whole earth blasted for our sake : 
m He giveth His beloved, sleep. 

" Sleep soft, beloved ! " we sometimes say ; 
Who have no tune to charm away 

Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep 
But never doleful dream again 
Shall break the happy slumber, when 

He giveth His beloved, sleep. 

O earth, so full of dreary noises ! 
O men, with wailing in your voices ! 

delved gold, the wailers heap ! 
O strife, O curse, that o'er it fill ! 
God strikes a silence through you all, 

And giveth His beloved, sleep. 

His dews drop mutely on the hill, 
His cloud above it saileth still, 

Though on its slope men sow and reap : 

LYRICS. [258, 259 

More softly than the dew is shed, 
Or cloud is floated overhead, 

He giveth His beloved, sleep. 
Ay, men may wonder while they scan 
A living, thinking, feeling man 

Confirmed in such a rest to keep ; 
But angels say, and through the word 
I think their happy smile is heard, — 

" He giveth His beloved, sleep." 
For me, my heart that erst did go 
Most like a tired child at a show, 

That sees through tears the mummers leap, 
Would now its wearied vision close, 
Would childlike on His love repose 

Who giveth His beloved, sleep. 
And friends, dear friends, when it shall be 
That this low breath is gone from me, 

And round my bier ye come to weep, 
Let one most loving of you all. 
Say, " Not a tear must o'er her fall ! 

He giveth His beloved, sleep." 

259 Nearer Home. 

3y Phceee Caet. Written in New York in 13-52. Many variations of thi* 
poem have been published : but the author desires the following to be con- 
sidered hereafter her authorized version.] 

ONE sweetly solemn thought 
Comes to me o'er and o'er ; 
I'm nearer my home to-day 

Than I ever have been before : 
Nearer my Father's house, 

Where the many mansions be ; 


259, 260] LYRICS. 

Nearer the great white throne, 

Nearer the crystal sea ; 
Nearer the bound of life, 

Where we lay our burdens down ; 
Nearer leaving the cross, 

Nearer gaining the crown : 
But the waves of that silent sea 

Roll dark before my sight, 
That brightly the other side 

Break on a shore of light. 
O, if my mortal feet 

Have almost gained the brink, 
If it be I am nearer home 

Even to-day than I think : 
Father, perfect my trust, 

Let my spirit feel in death, 
That her feet are firmly set 

On the Rock of a living faith ! . 

260 Power and Love. 

[By Dr. Isaac Watts. Paraphrase of Psalm 147.] 

PRAISE ye the Lord ! 'tis good to raise 
Your hearts and voices in His praise : 
His nature and His works invite 
To make this duty our delight. 
He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames ; 
He counts their numbers, calls their names ; 
His wisdom 's vast, and knows no bound, — 
A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd. 
Sing to the Lord ! exalt Him high, 
Who spreads the clouds along the sky ; 


LYEICS. [260. 261 

There He prepares the fruitful rain 
Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 
He makes the grass the hills adorn ; 
He clothes the smiling fields with corn ; 
The beasts with food His hands supply, 
And the young ravens when they cry. 
What is the creature's skill or force ? 
The sprightly man, or warlike horse, 
The piercing wit, the active limb, 
All are too mean delights for Him. 
But saints are lovely in His sight ; 
He views His children with delight : 
He sees their hope, He knows their fear, 
He looks, and loves His image there. 

261 Prayer. 

[By James Montgomery.] 

(PAYER is the soul's sincere desire, 
Utter'd or unexpress'd ; 
The motion of a hidden fire 
That trembles in the breast. 

Prayer is the burden of a sigh, — 

The falling of a tear, — 
The upward glancing of an eye, 

When none but God is near. 
Prayer is the simplest form of speech 

That infant lips can try.; 
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach 

The Majesty on high. 
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 

The Christian's native air ; 



261, 262] LYRICS. 

His watchword at the gates of death, — 
He enters heaven with prayer. 

Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 

Returning from his ways ; 
While angels, in their songs, rejoice, 

And cry, — Behold, he prays ! 

O Thou, by whom we come to God, 
The Life, the Truth, the Way, — 

The path of prayer Thyself hast trod : - 
Lord, teach us how to pray ! 

262 The Recall 

iBy Rev. W. B. Collykk, LL. D., an English Nonconformist ; d 

RETURN, wanderer, return, 
And seek thy Father's face ; 
Those new desires which in thee burn 
Were kindled by His grace. 

Return, wanderer, return ; 

He hears thy humble sigh ;* 
He sees thy soften'd spirit mourn, 

When no one else is nigh. 

Return, wanderer, return ; 

Thy Saviour bids thee live : 
Come to His cross, and, grateful, learn 

How freely He'll forgive. 

Return, wanderer, return, 
And wipe the falling tear ; 

Thy Father calls, — no longer mourn ; 
'Tis love invites thee near. 


LYRICS. [262, 263 

Return, wanderer, return ; 

Regain thy long-sought rest : 
The Saviour's melting mercies yearn 

To clasp thee to His breast. 

263 New Year's Eve. 

[By Alfred Texxyson, poet laureate of England.] 

KIXG out. wild bells, to the wild sky, 
The flying cloud, the frosty light ; 

The year is dying in the night ; 
Ring out. wild bells, and let him die. 
Ring out the old, ring in the new ; 

Ring, happy bells, across the snow ; 

The year is going, let him go ; 
Ring out the false, ring in the true. 
Ring out the grief that saps the mind, 

For those that here we see no more ; 

Ring out the feud of rich and poor, 
Ring in redress to all mankind. 
Ring out a slowly dying cause, 

And ancient forms of party strife ; 

Ring in the nobler modes of life, 
With sweeter manners, purer laws. 
Ring out false pride in place and blood, 

The civic slander and the spite ; 

Ring in the love of truth and right, 
Ring in the common love of good. 
Ring out old shapes of foul disease, 

Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; 

Ring out the thousand wars of old, 
Ring in the thousand years of peace. 


263-265] LYRICS. 

Ring in the valiant man and free, 
The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; 
Ring out the darkness of the land, 

Ring in the Christ that is to be. 

264 Salvation. 

[By Dr. Isaac Watts.] 

I ALVATION ! O the joyful sound ! 


What pleasure to our ears 
A sov'reign balm for every wound, 

A cordial for our fears. 
Salvation ! let the echo fly 

The spacious earth around, 
While all the armies of the sky 

Conspire to raise the sound. 
Salvation ! O Thou bleeding Lamb ! 

To Thee the praise belongs : 
Salvation shall inspire our hearts, 

And dwell upon our tongues. 

S ] 

265 To Sorrow. 

[By Richard Monckton Milnes.J 

ISTER Sorrow ! sit beside me, 
Or, if I must wander, guide me : 
Let me take thy hand in mine ; 
Cold alike are mine and thine. 
Think not, Sorrow, that I hate thee ; 
Think not I am frightened at thee ; 
Thou art come for some good end, 
I will treat thee as a friend. 


LYRICS. [265, 266 

I will say that thou art bound 
My unshielded soul to wound 
By some force without thy will, 
And art tender-minded still. 
I will say thou givest scope 
To the breath and light of hope ; 
That thy gentle tears have weight 
Hardest hearts to penetrate ; 
That thy shadow brings together 
Friends long lost in sunny weather 
With an hundred offices 
Beautiful and blest as these. 

266 Sudden Comfort. 

[By William Cowpee.] 

SOMETIMES a light surprises 
The Christian while he sings : 
It is the Lord who rises 

With healing in His wings : 
When comforts are declining, 

He grants the soul again 
A season of clear shining, 

To cheer it after rain. 
In holy contemplation, 

We sweetly then pursue 
The theme of God's salvation, 

And find it ever new. 
Set free from present sorrow, 

We cheerfully can say, 
Let the unknown to-morrow 

Bring with it what it may. 


[266, 267 LYRICS. 

It can bring with it nothing, 

But He will bear us through : 
Who gives the lilies clothing, 

Will clothe His people too ; 
Beneath the spreading heavens. 

No creature but is fed ; 
And He who feeds the ravens 

Will give His children bread. 
Though vine nor fig-tree neither 

Their wonted fruit should bear, 
Though all the fields should wither, 

Nor flocks nor herds be there : 
Yet God the same abiding, 

His praise shall tune my voice ; 
For while in Him confiding, 

I cannot but rejoice. 


267 Sow beside all Waters. 

[By Jame§ Montgomery.] 

OW in the morn thy seed ; 
At eve hold not thy hand ; 
To doubt and fear give thou no heed, — 

Broadcast it o'er the land. 
Thou know'st not which shall thrive, — 

The late or early sown ; 
Grace keeps the precious germ alive, 

When and wherever strown : 
And duly shall appear, 

In verdure, beauty, strength, 
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 

And the full corn at length. 



LTEICS. [267-269 

Thou canst not toil in vain ; 

Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, 
Shall foster and mature the grain 

For garners in the sky. 

268 Bless the Lord. 

[By James Montgomery.] 

TAND up, and bless the Lord, 
Ye people of His choice ; 
Stand up, and bless the Lord your God, 

With heart, and soul, and voice. 
Though high above all praise, 

Above all blessing high, 
Who would not fear His holy name, 

And laud, and magnify ? 
O for the living flame 

From His own altar brought, 
To touch our lips, our souls inspire, 

And wing to heaven our thought ! 
God is our strength and song, 

And His salvation ours ; 
Then be His love in Christ proclaimed 

With all our ransomed powers. 
Stand up, and bless the Lord ; 

The Lord your God adore ; 
Stand up, and bless His glorious name, 

Henceforth, for evermore ! 

269 Virtue. 

[By George Herbert, born 1593.] 

SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright ; 
The bridal of the earth and sky : 


269, 2701 LYRICS. 

The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; 

For thou must die. 
Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, 

Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : 
Thy root is ever in its grave : 

And thou must die. 
Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses ; 

A box where sweets compacted lie ; 
My music shows you have your closes : 

And all must die. 
Only a sweet and virtuous soul, 

Like seasoned timber, never gives ; 
But, though the whole world turn to coal, 
Then chiefly lives. 

270 Sitting at the Cross. 

This hymn has been assigned to many writers. In Denham's Collection it 
is assigned to Robinson ; in Rider's " Lyra Anglieana" to Brydges ; while 
Dr. Belcher positively declares Rev. Christopher Hatty to have been the 
author. Dr. Schaff says that this hymn appeared first in 17T4, in Lady 
Huntingdon's Hymn-book, which Rev. Walter Shirley revised, and that it 
was originally written by Rev. James Allen, and revised by Shirley. It 
has gone into the " Lyra Catholiea " with the title " Sub Cruee Christi." 
It is altered in every collection, and can be improved in very many more.] 

SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, 
Which before the Cross I spend, 
Life, and health, and peace possessing 

From the sinner's dying Friend. 
Here I'll sit, forever viewing 

Mercy's streaming fount of blood ; 
Precious drops, my soul bedewing, 

Plead and claim my peace with God. 
Truly blessed is this station ; 

Low before His Cross to lie, 


LYRICS. [270, 271 

While I see divine compassion 

Beaming from His earnest eye : 
Here it is I find my heaven, 

While upon the Lamb I gaze. 
Love I much ? I've much forgiven — 

I'm a miracle of grace. 
Love and grief my heart dividing, 

With my tears His feet I bathe ; 
Constant still in faith abiding, 

Life deriving from His death. 
May I still enjoy this feeling, 

In all need to Jesus go ; 
Prove His wounds each day more healing, 

And Himself more deeply know. 

271 The Judgment. 

[By Hexry Haet Milmax, D. D., Dean of St. Paul's, London.] 

THE chariot ! the chariot ! its wheels roll 
in fire, 
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of His 

Lo, self-moving it drives on its pathway of 

And the heavens with the burden of Godhead 

are bow'd. 
The glory ! the glory ! around Him are pour'd 
Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the 

Lord ; 
And the glorified saints and the martyrs are 

And there all who the palm-wreaths of victory 



271. 272] LYKICS. 

The trumpet ! the trumpet ! the dead have all 

heard : 
Lo, the depths of the stone-cover'd charnel are 

stirr'd ! 
From the sea, from the earth, from the south, 

from the north, 
All the vast generations of man are come 


The judgment! the judgment! the thrones 

are all set, 
Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders 

are met ! 
There all flesh is at once in the sight of the 

And the doom of eternity hangs on His word. 

O mercy ! O mercy ! look down from above, 
Great Creator, on us, Thy sad children, with 

love ! 
When beneath to their darkness the wicked 

are driven, 
May our justified souls find a welcome in 

heaven ! 

272 M's Well 

THE day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep 
My weary spirit seeks repose in Thine ; 
Father, forgive my trespasses, and keep 
This little life of mine. 

With loving-kindness curtain Thou my bed, 
And cool in rest my burning pilgrim feet; 


LYEICS. LJ72.273 

Thy pardon be the pillow for my head — 

So shall my sleep be sweet. 
At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and 
No fears my soul's unwavering faith can 
shake ; 
All 's well, whichever side the grave for me 
The morning light may break ! 

273 The God of Abraham. 

[" Blackwood's Magazine " pronounces this one of the noblest odes in the Eng- 
lish language. It is by an early Methodist, the Rev. Thomas Olivers.] 

THE God of Abraham praise, 
"Who reigns enthroned above : 
Ancient of everlasting days, 
And God of love : 
Jehovah, great I Am ! 

By earth and heaven confessed : 
I bow and bless the sacred name. 

Forever blest. 
The. God of Abraham praise, 

At whose supreme command 
From earth I rise, and seek the joys 
At His right hand : 
I all on earth forsake, 

Its wisdom, fame, and power ; 
And Him my only portion make, 

My shield and tower. 
He by himself hath sworn ; 

I on His oath depend ; 
I shall on eagle's wings upborne 
To heaven ascend : 

16 235 

273-275] LYRICS. 

I shall behold His face, 
I shall His power adore, 
And sing the wonders of His grace 
For evermore. 

274 The Glory of the Lord. 

[By Sternhold, -written in 1340. Paraphrase of Psalm 18 : 9, 10. The 
learned Scaliger declared that he would rather be the author of the second 
stanza than of all that he had written.] 

THE Lord descended from above, 
And bowed the heavens most high, 
And underneath His feet He cast 

The darkness of the sky. 
On cherubim and seraphim 

Full royally He rode, 
And on the wings of mighty winds 

Came flying all abroad. 
He sat serene upon the floods, 

Their fury to restrain ; 
And He as sovereign Lord and King 

For evermore shall reign. 

275 The Good Shepherd. 

[By Joseph Addison. Written in 1712. Paraphrase of Psalm 23.] 

THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
And feed me with a shepherds care ; 
His presence shall my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye : 
My noonday walks He shall attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 
When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
To fertile vales and dewy meads 


LYRICS. |275, 276 

My weary, wand'ring steps He leads, 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 
Though in a bare and rugged way, 
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, 
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, 
The barren wilderness shall smile, 
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, 
And streams shall murmur all around. 
Though in the paths of death I tread, 
With gloomy horrors overspread, 
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : 
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
And guide me through the dreadful shade. 

276 Dominion. 

[By Henrt Kirke White, born in England, 1785 ; died in 1806.] 

THE Lord our God is clothed with might, 
The winds obey His will ; 
He speaks, and in His heavenly height 

The rolling sun stands still. 
Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land 

With threat'ning aspect roar ; 
The Lord uplifts His awful hand, 

And chains you to the shore. 
Ye winds of night, your force combine 

Without His high behest, 
Ye shall not, in the mountain-pine, 

Disturb the sparrow's nest. 


376, 277] LYRICS. 

His voice sublime is heard afar ; 

In distant peals it dies ; 
He yokes the whirlwind to His car, 

And sweeps the howling skies. 

Ye sons of earth, in rev'rence bend ; 

Ye nations, wait His nod ; 
And let unceasing praise ascend 

In honor of our God. 

277 Thee, in all Things. 

[By " holy George Herbert," born 1593. Rearranged and very slightly 

THE man that looks on glass 
On it may stay his eye, 
Or, if he pleaseth, through it pass, 
And then the heaven espy. 

All may of Thee partake : 

Nothing can be so mean 
Which, when enacted for Thy sake, 

Will not grow bright and clean. 

A servant with this clause, 

Makes drudgery divine : 
Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, 

Makes that and the action fine. 

Teach me, my God and King, 

In all things Thee to see ; 
And what I do in anything, 

To do it as for Thee ! 

LYRICS. [278 

278 " In th e Midst of Life we are in Death" 

This famous poem was written by a monk of St. Gall, named Xotker, who 
lived in the beginning of the tenth century. It is preserved in the 
solemn magnificence of the English burial-service, in a form without poetic 
measure, but not without rhythm, beginning, " In the midst of life we are 
in death : of whom may we seek for succor but of Thee, O Lord ! " The 
hymn was suggested to the good monk by seeing the samphire-gatherers 
suspended on the sides of precipices ; and when he saw the bri'lge-buiid- 
ers at Martinsbruck exposing themselves in their perilous work, he pre- 
pared for his monastery this solemn hymn, which he and his brethren first 
chanted, and which in prose or verse has been said or sung for nearly 
a thousand years.] 

THE pangs of death are near, 
Amid the joys of life ; 
And when, in guilty fear, 

We end our dying strife, 
To whom, most holy Lord, 
Shall we for succor flee ? 
O Thou most mighty God ! 
Our help is laid on Thee : 
Lord Jesus ! by Thy bloody stains, 
Save, save us from hell's bitter pains. 
The bitter pains of hell 
Awaken our alarm ; 
We merit only ill 

From Thine avenging arm ; 
Most holy Lord our God, 

To whom but unto Thee, 
Most merciful and good, 
Can we for refuge flee ? 
Suffer us not to fall away 
From Jesus, in our dying day. 
Our dying day will come, 

And call our crimes to mind ; 
And when, in sorrow dumb, 
No hope on earth we find, 

278, 279] LYRICS. 

To Thee, O Christ, we fly, — 

To Thine outflowing blood ; 
Look with Thy pitying eye, 
Spare us, most holy Lord : 
Nor let us lose the joys that rise 
From Thine atoning sacrifice. 

279" Dedication of a Church. 

fBy N. P. Willis, the American poet, born in Maine, 1807; died at Idlewild. 

THE perfect world by Adam trod, 
Was the first temple built by God : 
His fiat laid the corner-stone, 
And heaved its pillars, one by one. 

He hung its starry roof on high — 
The broad illimitable sky ; 
He spread its pavement, green and bright, 
And curtained it with morning light. 

The mountains in their places stood, 
The sea, the sky, — and " all was good ; " 
And when its first pure praises rang, 
The " morning stars together sang." 

Lord ! 'tis not ours to make the sea 
And earth and sky a house for Thee ; 
But in Thy sight our offering stands — 
A humbler temple, " made with hands." 


LYRICS. [280 

280 Vexilla Regis. 

[From Hip Latin of Venantius Fortunatus of Italv, who was born .530, and died 
609. lie was the intimate friend of Queen Rhadeu'unda. This hymn is 
sung in the Roman Catholic Church on Good Friday, when " the Host " is 
carried to the altar. The version here given is, with some variations, that 
of Rev 3 M. Nealc.who considers his "one of the grandest in the treasury 
of the Latin Church." The explanation of the last line of the third 
stanza is, that in the Italic version, Ps. 96 : 10 reads, " Tell it among the 
heathen that the Lord reign eth from the Tree." Justin Martyr accused 
the Jews of corrupting the text, and Tertullian in several places ejiotes 
the elder reading.] 

THE royal banners forward go ; 
The cross shines forth in mystic glow ; 
Where He in flesh, our flesh who made, 
Our sentence bore, our ransom paid : 

Where deep for us the spear was dyed, 
Life's torrent rushing from His side, 
To wash us in that precious flood 
Where mingled water flowed, and blood. 

Fulfilled is all that David told 

In true prophetic song of old ; 

Amidst the nations God, saith he, 

Hath reigned and triumphed from the tree. 

O tree of beauty, tree of light ! 
O tree with royal purple dight ! 
Elect on whose triumphal breast 
Those holy limbs should find their rest ; 

On whose dear arms, so widely flung, 
The weight of this world's ransom hung: 
The price of human kind to pay, 
And spoil the spoiler of his prey. 


281] LYRICS. 

281 The Heavens declare His Glory. 

[This noble hymn lias generally been attributed to Joseph Addison. It was 
published in a number of the "Spectator'* which Addison is known to 
have written, but there he makes no claim to the authorship. The 
" Athenaeum " brings to light, from an old edition of his poems collected 
in lZrti, strong evidence that the hymn was written by Andrew Marvell. 
There is no evidence that Addison was the author.] 

THE spacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue ethereal sky, 
And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
Their great Original proclaim : 

The unwearied sun, from day to day, 
Does his Creator's power display, 
And publishes to every land 
The work of an almighty hand. 

Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale, 
And nightly to the listening earth 
Repeats the story of her birth : 

While all the stars that round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn, 
Confirm the tidings as they roll, 
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 

What though in solemn silence all 
Move round this dark terrestrial ball ? 
What though no real voice nor sound 
Amid their radiant orbs be found ? 

In reason's eye they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice, 
For ever singing, as they shine, 
" The hand that made us is divine." 


LYRICS. [282, 283 

282 Resignation. 

[By He>-ey Wadswoeih Longfellow.] 

THERE is no flock, however watched and 

But one dead lamb is there ! 
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, 

But has one vacant chair ! 
The air is full of farewells to the dying, 

And mournings for the dead ; 
The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, 

"Will not be comforted ! 
Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions 

Not from the ground arise, 
But oftentimes celestial benedictions 

Assume this dark disguise. 
"We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; 

Amid these earthly damps 
What seem to us but sad. funereal tapers 

May be heaven's distant lamps. 
There is no death ! What seems so is transition. 

This life of mortal breath 
Is but a suburb of the life elysian, 

Whose portal we call Dcrath. 

233 A City that hath Foundations. 

[By Cheistixa G. Rossetti. Written inl866.] 

THEREFORE, friend, I would not, if I 
Rebuild my house of lies, wherein I joyed 
One time to dwell : my soul shall walk in white, 
Cast down, but not destroyed. 


283, 284] LYRICS. 

Therefore in patience I possess my soul ; 
Yea, therefore as a flint I set my face, 
To pluck down, to build up again the whole, — 

But in a distant place. 
These thorns are sharp, yet I can tread on them ; 
This cup is loathsome, yet He makes it sweet; 
My face is steadfast toward Jerusalem, 

My heart remembers it. 
I lift the han^ino- hands, the feeble knees, — 

DO' ' 

I, precious more than seven times molten 
Until the day when from His storehouses 

God shall bring new and old ; 
Beauty for ashes, oil of joy for grief, 

Garment of praise for spirit of heaviness ; 
Although to-day I fade as doth a leaf, 

I languish and grow less. 
Although to-day He prunes my twigs with pain, 
Yet doth His blood nourish and warm my 
To-morrow I shall put forth buds again, 

And clothe myself with fruit. 
Although to-day I walk in tedious ways, 

To-day His staff is turned into a rod, — 
Yet will I wait for Him the appointed days, 
And stay upon my God. 

284 Fellowship of Suffering. 

[By TnEODOKE Tilton, a native of New York.] 

THY cruel crown of thorns ! 
But where, O Lord, is mine ? 

LYRICS. [284 

Are there for me no scoffs and scorns, 

Since only such were Thine ? 
Or having named Thy name, 

Shall I no burden take ? 
And is there left no thorn, no shame, 

To suffer for Thy sake ? 
Unscourged of any whip, 

Unpierced of any sting, — 
O Lord, how faint my fellowship 

"With Thy sad suffering! 
Yet Thy dread sacrifice 

So fills my soul with woe, 
That all the fountains of mine eyes 

Well up and overflow. 

The spear that pierced Thy side 
Gave wounds to more than Thee. 

"Within my soul, O Crucified, 
Thy cross is laid on me. 

And as Thy rocky tomb 

Was in a garden fair, 
"Where round about stood flowers in bloom, 

To sweeten all the air, — 

So in my heart of stone 

I sepulchre Thy death, 
While thoughts of Thee, like roses blown, 

Bring sweetness in their breath. 

Arise not, O my Dead ! 

As one whom Mary sought, 
And found an empty tomb instead, 

Her spices all for nought, — 


284, 285] LYRICS. 

O Lord, not so depart 

From my enshrining breast, 
But lie anointed in a heart 

That by Thy death is blest. 
Or if Thou shalt arise, 

Abandon not Thy grave, 
But bear it with Thee to the skies, — 

A heart that Thou shalt save ! 

285 Divine Order. 

[By Rev. Hokatius Bonar, D.D., of Scotland. Published in 1856. Para- 
phrase of Rev. xxii. 20.] 

'npiS first the true, and then the beautiful, 

A. Not first the beautiful, and then the true ; 
First the wild moor, with rock and reed and pool, 

Then the gay garden, rich in scent and hue. 
'Tis first the good, and then the beautiful. 

Not first the beautiful, and then the good : 
First the rough seed, sown in the rougher soil, 

Then the flower-blossom, or the branching 
Not first the glad, and then the sorrowful, 

But first the sorrowful, and then the glad ; 
Tears for a day, — for earth of tears is full, — 

Then we forget that we were ever sad. 
Not first the bright, and after that the dark, 

But first the dark, and after that the bright ; 
First the thick cloud, and then the rainbow's arc, 

First the dark grave, then resurrection light. 
'Tis first the night, — stern night of storm and war, 

Long nights of heavy clouds and veiled 
skies, — 


LYEICS. [285-287 

Then the far sparkle of the morning-star, 
That bids the saints awake, and dawn arise. 

286 Immortality. 

[By Washikgtok Allstox, the great American painter, born in 
Charleston, S. C. ; died in 1843.] 

TO think for aye ; to breathe immortal breath ; 
And know nor hope, nor fear, of ending 

death ; 
To see the myriad worlds that round us roll 
"Wax old and perish, while the steadfast soul 
Stands fresh and moveless in her sphere of 

thought ; 
O God, omnipotent ! who in me wrought 
This conscious world, whose ever-growing orb, 
When the dead past shall all in time absorb, 
Will be but as begun, — 0, of Thine own, 
Give of the holy light that veils Thy throne, 
That darkness be not mine, to take my place, 
Beyond the reach of light, a blot in space ! 
So may this wondrous life, from sin made free, 
Reflect Thy love for aye, and to Thy glory be. 

287 Burial Psalm. 

[By Dr. Isaac Watts.] 

TyNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb ; 
Vj Take this new treasure to thy trust ; 
And give these sacred relics room 

To slumber in the silent dust. 
Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear 

Invade thy bounds : no mortal woes 
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 

While angels watch the soft repose. 


287, 288] LYRICS. 

So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son 

Pass'd through the grave, and blest the bed ; 
Rest here, blest saint, till from Ilis throne 

The morning break, and pierce the shade. 

Break from His throne, illustrious morn ; 

Attend, earth ! His sovereign word ; 
Restore thy trust — a glorious form — 

Call'd to ascend and meet the Lord. 

288 ltyi n 9 Christian to his Soul. 

[By Alexander Pope.] . 

ITAL spark of heavenly flame J 

V ] 

Quit, quit this mortal frame ! 
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, 
O the pain, the bliss of dying ! 
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, 
And let me languish into life. 

Hark ! they whisper : angels say, 
" Sister spirit, come away ! " 
What is this absorbs me quite — 
Steals my senses, shuts my sight, 
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath — 
Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 

The world recedes, it disappears ! 
Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears 

With sounds seraphic ring ! 
Lend, lend your wings ! I mount, I fly 
O Grave, where is thy victory ? 

O Death, where is thy sting ? 

LYRICS. [289, 290 

289 Morning Psalm. 

[By Bishop Ke.v, born in England 1G37 ; died 171L] 

WAKE, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
And with the angels bear thy part, 
Who all night long unwearied sing 
High praise to the Eternal King. 
I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir, 
May your devotion me inspire, 
That I like you my age may spend, 
Like you may on my God attend. 
May I like you in God delight, 
Have all day long my God in sight, 
Perform like you my Maker's will, 
O may I never more do ill. 
Had I your wings, to heaven I'd fly, 
But God shall that defect supply, 
And my soul, wing'd with warm desire, 
Shall all day long to heaven aspire. 

290 The House Above. 

[By Charles Wesley.] 

E know, by faith we know, 
If this vile house of clay, 
This tabernacle, sink below, 

In ruinous decay, — 
We have a house above, 

Not made with mortal hands ; 
And firm as our Redeemer's love 

That heavenly fabric stands. 
It stands securely high, 

Indissolubly sure : 



290, 291] LYRICS. 

Our glorious mansion in the sky 

Shall evermore endure. 
Full of immortal hope, 

We urge the restless strife, 
And hasten to be swallow'd up 

Of everlasting life. 
Lord, let us put on Thee 

In perfect holiness, 
And rise prepared Thy face to see, 

Thy bright, unclouded face. 
Thy grace with glory crown, 

Who hast the earnest given ; 
And then triumphantly come down, 

And take us up to heaven. 

291 Harps on the Willow. 

[By Lord Btkon, born in England, 1788 ; died in Greece, 1824.] 

WE sat down and wept by the waters 
Of Babel, and thought of the day 
When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters, 

Made Salem's high places his prey ; 
And ye, her desolate daughters ! 

Were scatter'd all weeping away. 
While sadly we gazed on the river 

Which rolled on in freedom below, 
They demanded the song ; but, O never 

That triumph the stranger shall know ! 
May this right hand be wither'd forever 

Ere it string our high harp for the foe. 
On the willow that harp is suspended — 

O Salem ! its sound should be free ; 


LYRICS. T291-293 

And the hour when thy glories were ended, 

But left me that token of thee : 
And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended 

With the voice of the spoiler by me. 

292 Waiting is Serving. 

[By Johs- Milton, author of " Paradise Lost," born 1608 ; died 1674.} 

WHEN I consider how my light is spent, 
Ere half my days, in this dark world and 
And that one talent, which is death to hide, 
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more 

To serve therewith my Maker, and present 
My true account, lest he returning chide, — 
Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ? 
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent 
That murmur, soon replies, — God doth not 
Either man's work, or His own gifts : who best 
Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best : his 
Is kingly ; thousands at His bidding speed, 
And post o'er land and ocean without rest : 
They also serve who only stand and wait. 

293 Nativity of Christ. 

[By Thomas Campbell, of Scotland, author of •• Pleasures of Hope," born 
in 1777 ; died 1844.] 


HEN Jordan hush'd his waters still, 
And silence slept on Zion's hill, — 

17 251 

293, 2941 LYRICS. 

When Bethleh'm's shepherds through the 

Watch'd o'er their flocks by starry light, — 
Hark ! from the midnight hills around, 
A voice of more than mortal sound 
In distant hallelujahs stole, 
Wild murm'ring o'er the raptured soul. 
Then swift to every startled eye 
New streams of glory light the sky ; 
Heaven bursts her azure gates to pour 
Her spirits on the midnight hour. 
On wheels of light, on wings of flame, 
The glorious hosts of Zion came ; 
High heaven with songs of triumph rang, 
While thus they struck their harps and sang : 

" O Zion, lift thy raptured eye, 
The long-expected hour is nigh, 
The joys of nature rise again, 
The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 

" He comes, to cheer the trembling heart, 
Bids Satan and his hosts depart : 
Again the day-star gilds the gloom, 
Again the bowers of Eden bloom." 

294 The Sweetness of Faith. 

[By Rev. Auo. M. Toi-lady, of England.] 

WHEN languor and disease invade 
This trembling house of clay, 
'Tis sweet to look beyond its walls, 
And long to fly away ; 

LYRICS. [294, 295 

Sweet to look inward, and attend 

The whispers of His love ; 
Sweet to look upward to the place 

Where Jesus pleads above ; 
Sweet to look back, and see my name 

In life's fair book set down ; 
Sweet to look forward, and behold 

Eternal joys my own ; 
Sweet on His faithfulness to rest, 

Whose love can never end ; 
Sweet on His covenant of grace 

For all things to depend. 
If such the sweetness of the stream, 

What must the fountain be 
Where saints and angels draw their bliss 

Directly, Lord, from Thee ? 

295 Star of Bethlehem. 

[By Hexey Kieke White, of England, born in 1785 ; died in 1 

WHEN, marshaled on the nightly plain, 
The glittering host bestud the sky. 
One star alone of all the train 

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 
Hark, hark ; to God the chorus breaks, 

From every host, from every gem ; 
But one alone the Saviour speaks, 

It is the Star of Bethlehem. 
Once on the raging seas I rode. 

The storm was loud, the night was dark ; 
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed 

The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 


295, 296] LYRICS. 

Deep horror then my vitals froze, 

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; 
When suddenly a star arose — 

It was the Star of Bethlehem. 
It was my guide, my light, my all, 

It bade my dark forebodings cease ; 
And, through the storm and danger's thrall, 

It led me to the port of peace. 
Now, safely moored — my perils o'er — 

I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
Forever, and for evermore, 

The Star — the Star of Bethlehem. 

296 How much I owe. 

[By Rev. Robert Murray McCheyne, a saintly youns clergyman of tl 
Free Church of Scotland, born 1813 ; died 1843J 

WHEN this passing world is done, 
When has sunk yon glaring sun, 
When we stand with Christ in glory, 
Looking o'er life's finished story, 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
Not till then — how much I owe. 
When I stand before the throne, 
Dressed in beauty not my own, 
When I see Thee as Thou art, 
Love Thee with unsinning heart, 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
Not till then — how much I owe. 
When the praise of heaven I hear, 
Loud as thunder to the ear, 
Loud as many waters' noise, 


LYRICS. [296-298 

Sweet as harp's melodious voice, 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
Not till then — how much I owe. 

297 Sailor's Hymn. 

[By Regixald Hebee, Bishop of Calcutta.] 

WHEN through the torn sail the wild tem- 
pest is streaming, 
When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is 

Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish. 
We fly to our Maker — {i Save, Lord ! or we 

perish ! " 
Jesus ! once toss'd on the breast of the billow, 
Arous'd by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, 
High now in Thy glory the mariner cherish, 
Who cries in his anguish, " Save, Lord ! or we 

perish ! " 
And 0, when the storm of wild passion is rag- 
When sin in our hearts its fierce warfare is wag- 
Arise in Thy strength Thy redeemed to cherish, 
Rebuke the destroyer — " Save, Lord ! or -we 
perish ! " 

298 Watch. 
TT^HILST the careless world is sleeping, 

TT Blest the servants who are keeping 
Watch, according to His Word, 
For the coming f their Lord. 

298, 299] LYRICS. 

At His table He will place them, 
With His royal banquet grace them, 

Banquet that shall never cloy ; 

Bread of life and wine of joy. 
Heard ye not your Master's warning ? 
He will come before the morning, 

Unexpected, undescried ; 

Watch ye for Him open-eyed. 
Teach us so to watch, Lord Jesus ; 
From the sleep of sin release us : 

Swift to hear Thee let us be, 

Meet to enter in with Thee. 

299 Haste not, rest not. 

Trom the German of Goethe, who was born 1749 ; died 1832. This poeir. 
written in 1768.] 

WITHOUT haste ! without rest ! 
Bind the motto to thy breast ; 
Bear it with thee as a spell ; 
Storm or sunshine, guard it well ! 
Heed not flowers that round thee bloom : 
Bear it onward to the tomb ! 
Haste not ! let no thoughtless deed 
Mar for aye the spirit's speed ! 
Ponder well and know the right, 
Onward, then, with all thy might ! 
Haste not, years can ne'er atone 
For one reckless action done. 
Rest not ! life is sweeping by, 
Go and dare before you die : 
Something mighty and sublime 


LYRICS. [299, 300 

Leave behind to conquer time ! 
Glorious 'tis to live for aye, 
When these forms have passed away. 
Haste not ! rest not ! calmly wait ; 
Meekly bear the storms of fate ! 
Duty be thy polar guide. — 
Do the right, whate'er betide ! 
Haste not ! rest not ! conflicts past, 
God shall crown thy work at last. 

300 Without Thy Presence. 

[By Feaxcis Quables, of England, born 1592.] 

WITHOUT Thy presence earth gives no re- 
fection ; 
Without Thy presence sea affords no treasure ; 
Without Thy presence air 's a rank infection ; 
Without Thy presence heaven itself no pleas- 
ure : 
If not possess'd, if not enjoy'd in Thee, • 
What's earth or sea or air or heaven to me ? 
The highest honors that the world can boast . 

Are subjects far too low for my desire ; 
The brightest beams of glory are (at most) 

But dying sparkles of Thy living fire. 
The loudest flames that earth can kindle, be 
But nightly glow-worms, if compared to Thee. 
Without Thy presence wealth is bags of cares ; 

Wisdom but folly ; joy disquiet — sadness : 
Friendship is treason, and delights are snares, 
Pleasures but pain, and mirth but pleasing 


300] LYRICS. 

Without Thee, Lord, things be not what they be, 
Nor have they being when compared with Thee. 
In having all things, and not Thee, what have I ? 

Not having Thee, what have my labors got ? 
Let me enjoy but Thee, what further crave I ? 

And having Thee alone, what have I not ? 
I wish nor sea nor land ; nor would I be 
Possessed of heaven, heaven unpossessed of 




A charge to keep I have 

A mighty fortress is our God . 

A poor wayfaring man of grief . 

Abide with me ; fast falls the eTentide . 

According to Thy gracious word 

Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed 

All hail the power of Jesus' name 

All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept 

All praise to Thee, my God, this night 

Am I a soldier of the cross 

Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound . 

And are we yet alive 

And can I yet delay 

And let this feeble body fail .... 
And must this body die ... . 
Another day of heavenly rest .... 
Another six days' work is done . 
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat 

Arise, my soul, arise 

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean . 
At the cross, her station keeping . Jacobus 
Author of faith, eternal Word 
Awake, and sing the song .... 
Away, my unbelieving fear .... 

. C. Wesley 1 

from Luther 201 

Montgomery 202 

Lyte 203 

Montgomery 2 

Watts 3 

Perronet 101 

Ken 4 

. Ken 5 

. Watts 102 

Newton 103 

C. Wesley Iu4 

C. Wesley 6 

C. Wesley 105 

Watts 7 

Mis. Charles 204 

Stennett 106 

Newton 107 

C. Wesley 108 

, . Moore 205 

de Benedictis 2 6 

C. Wesley 8 

Hammond 109 

C. Wesley 110 

Before Jehovah's awful throne 

Behold the glories of the Lamb . 

Behold the Saviour of mankind 

Blest be the tie that binds .... 

Blow ye the trumpet, blow 

Bound upon the accursed tree . 

Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest . 

Brief life i3 here our portion . . . Bernard of Clugny. 

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning . Heber. 

Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring ..... 

Calm on the bosom of thy God .... Hemans. 
Chafed and worn with worldly care .... 

Watts 9 

Watts...... Ill 

S. Wesley 207 

Fawcett 112 

C. Wesley 113 

Milman 208 






Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous 
Children of the heavenly King 
Come, Holy, our souls inspire 
Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire 
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 
Come, humble .-inner, in whose breast 
Come, let us join our friends above 
Come, Let us praj , "tis sweet to feel . 
Come, let us use the grace divine . 
Come, o thou Traveller unknown . 
Come on, my partners in distress . • . 
Come, Thou Almighty King . 
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing . 
Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish 
Come, ye that love the Lord .... 
Come, ye sinners, poor aud needy . 
Comfort, ye ministers of grace 

Day of wrath ! that day of burning Thomas of Celano 

Days of my youth, ye have glided away . . Tucker. 

Daughter of Zion, awake froin thy sadness 
Dear friend, whose presence in the house . 
Depth of mercy ! can there be 
Do not I love Thee, my Lord . 

Earth has nothing sweet or fair 
Eternal Power, whose high abode 

Father, how wide Thy glory shines 
Father, I stretch my hands to Thee 
Father, I know that all my life 
Father of all, in every age 
Father of mercies, in Thy word 
Father, whatever of earthly bliss . 
Fear not, little flock, the foe . 
Friend after friend departs . 
From all that dwell below the skies 
From every stormy wind that blows 
From Greenland's icy mountains 
Fountain of life, to all below 
Forever with the Lord . 

Bremer 2H 

Cennick 115 


C. Wesley 10 

Watts 11 

Jones 116 

C. Wesley 216 


C. Wesley 12 

C. Wesley 13 

C. Wesley 117 


Robinson 15 

Moore 118 

Watts 119 

Hart 120 

C. Wesley 218 




. Clarke 221 

C. Wesley 122 

Doddridge 16 

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild 
Give me the wings of faith, to rise . 
Give to the winds thy fears . 

God is in this and every place 
God moves in a mysterious way . 
God of my life, whose gracious power 
Grace ! 'tis a charming sound 
Great God, indulge my humble claims 
Great God, how infinite art Thou 

■- I 

. Silesius 222 

. Watts 17 

. Watts 18 

. C. Wesley 19 

Miss Waring 223 

. Pope 224 

Miss Steele 20 

Miss Steele 21 

Altenberg 225 

Montgomery 226 

Watts 22 

Stoivell . . . .V>3 

Htber 124 

C. Wesley 23 

Montgomery 227 


C. Wesley 

Wit its. 
J. Wesley 
C. Wesley. 

Cowper 228 

C. Wesley 26 

Doddridge 127 

Watts 27 

. Watts 28 


Great God, attend, while Zion sings . 
Guide me, Thou great Jehovah . 

Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews 

Hail to the Lord's anointed . 

Happy the man that finds the grace 

Hark, my soul, it is the Lord 

Hark ! the herald augels sing . . . 

Hark ! the sod? of jubilee 

Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices 

He dies ! the Heavenly Lover dies 

Head of the Church triumphant 

Heaven is not reached by a single bound 

Hither, ye faithful, adoring triumphant 

Holy Spirit, come, we pray . 

How are Thy servant- blest, Lord 

How blest the righteous when he dies . 

How beauteous are their feet . 

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord 

How happy every child of grace 

How happy is the pilgrim's lot 

How shalt thou bear the cross that no 

How sweet a voice of sovereign grace 

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 

How tedious and tasteless the hours . 

I heard the voice of Jesus say 

I lay my sins on Jesus 

I -love to -teal awhile away 

I love Thy kingdom, Lord . 

I'll praise my Maker while I've breath 

I mourn no more my vanished years 

I the good fight have fought . 

I was a wandering sheep 

I want a principle within 

I would uot live alway ; 1 ask not to stay 

If life's pleasures cheer thee . 

In evil long I took delight . 

In the cross of Christ i glory 

In the hour of my distress . 

In the silent midnight watches 

In the Christian's home in glory 

It is not death to die 

Jerusalem , my happy home 
Jesus, and shall it ever be . 
Jesus, I love Thy charming name . 
Jesus, I my cross have taken 
Jesu<, let thy pitying eye 
Jesus, lover of my soul 
Tesus, my truth, my way . 


Watts 29 

Williams 30 

Watts 229 


a m 

Cmvper . . . .128 

C. Wesley 130 


. KeUey 132 

Watts 133 

C. Wesley.. .. .134 

King Robert II. . ...233 

. Addison 281 

Mrs. Bar ban' J 235 

Watts 236 

. Kirkham 135 

C. W 

. J. Wesley 137 

Faber 287 

Watts 31 

. Newton 32 

Newton 138 

. Bonar 139 

Bonar 140 

Mrs. Brown 233 

Dwight 33 

Watts 141 

ittier 239 

C. Wesley 142 

Bonar 143 

C. Wesley 34 

Muhknburg 144 

Key 240 

Newton 241 

Sou- ring 242 

.. Herrick 243 

Coze 241 


. Bethune 245 


Grigg 35 

Doddridge 36 

. Lyte 146 

C Wesley 37 

C. Wesley 38 

C. Wesley 39 


Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone 
Jesus, my Redeemer, lives 
Jesus, shall reign where'er the sun 
Jesus, Shepherd of Thy sheep 
Jesus, the Name high over all. 
Jesus, the very thought of Thee 
Jesus, these eyes have never seen 
Jesus, Thine all-victorious love . 
Jesus, Thou everlasting King . 
Jesus, Thy love and righteousness 
Jesus, united by Thy grace 
Jesus, we look to Thee 
Joy to the world ! the Lord is come 
Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move 
Judge not the workings of his brain 
Just as I am, without one plea . 
Just as thou art. without one trace 

. Cennick 147 

Electress of Brandenburg 246 

Watts..... US 

Deems.--.- 40 

C. Wesley..... 41 

Bernard of Clairvaux. • • • • 42 

. Palmer. • • • • 43 

, C. Wesley. .... 44 

Watts. 45 

. J. Wesley. ■ ■■. 46 

C. Wesley. 47 

. C. Wesley. ■ ■.■ 48 
. .....151 


Miss Proctor. 247 

Miss Elliott. 49 

..... 50 

Let not the good man's trust depart 
Let every tongue Thy goodness speak 
Lo ! He comes in clouds descending 
Lo ! on a narrow neck of land 
Lord, all I am is known to Thee 
Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing . 
Lord God, the Holy Ghost 
Lord, how secure and blest »re they . 
Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear 
Lord, we are vile, conceived in sin. 
Lord, we come before Thee now 

. Bryant 152 

Watts. .... 51 

. Olivers 154 

. C. Wesley..... 155 

. Watts 52 

Burder. 53 

Montgomery 54 

Watts..... \f& 

Watts 65 

. Watts 56 

Hammond 57 

Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round . Herbert. 

Mercy , thou Son of David .... 

Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints 

Morning breaks upon the tomb .... 

Mortals, awake, with angels join 

Must Jesus bear the cross alone .... 

My days are gliding swiftly by 

My dear Redeemer and my Lord 

My faith looks up to Thee .... 

My God, how endless is Thy love 

My God, I know, I feel Thee mine 

My God, my life, my love 

My God, my portion, and my love 

My God, the spring of all my joys . 

My hope, my all, my Saviour Thou 

My Saviour, my Almighty Friend . 

My span of life will soon be done 

Nearer, my God, to Thee 
Night prays with rosary of stars 
Now be the gospel banner . 


Newton 249 

Den nam 156 

Colly er 250 

S. Wesley 157 

. Allen 158 


. Watts 58 

Palmer 59 

. Watts 60 

C. Wesley (il 

. Watts 62 

.Watts 63 

. Watts 64 


. Watt s 66 

Cowper 160 

Adams 67 

Harris 251 

Hastings 161 


Now from the altar of our hearts 
Now may the God of peace and love 

Mason 162 

Gibbons 68 

for a glance of heavenly day . 

for a thousand tongues, to sing . 

for a closer walk with God 

for a heart of calm repose . 

for a heart to praise my God . 

glorious hope of perfect love 

God, Kinsman loved, but not enough . 

God, I long Thy light to see . Duke 

God of Abram ! by whose hand 

God, our help in ages past .... 

happy day that fixed my choice 

how happy are they 

love divine, how sweet thou art 
sacred head, now wounded . 
Spirit of the living God . 
that my load of sin were gone 
the hour when this material 
'tis delight without alloy 

. Hart.... 163 

C. Wesley 164 

Cowper 69 


C. Wesley.. .. 71 

C. Wesley 165 

Ingelow 252 

if Brunswick. ... 72 

. Logan 73 

Watts 74 

Doddridge 166 

C. Wesley 167 

C. Wesley 168 

St. Bernard of Clairvaux 253 

Montgomery 75 

C.Wesley 169 

Conder 254 

. Watts 170 

Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight 

Thou who driest the mourner's tear 

Thou God of my salvation 

Thou from whom all goodness flows . 

Thou whom all Thy saints adore 

yet we trust that somehow good 

Of all the thoughts of God that are . 

Of Him who did salvation bring 

On all the earth Thy spirit shower 

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand 

Once more we come before our God . 

One sweetly solemn thought . 

One there is above all others 

Plunged in a gulf of dark despair 
Praise ye the Lord ! 'tis good to raise 
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire . 
Prayer is appointed to convey . 

Rejoice ! the Lord is King 
Return, wanderer, return . 
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky 
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 
Rock of ages, cleft for me . 

Salvation ! the joyful sound . 
Saviour, breathe an evening blessing 
Saviour, when in dust to Thee . 
Show pity, Lord ; Lord, forgive . 
Since all the varying scenes of time 


Moore 256 

C. Wesley 171 

. Haiveis 76 

. C. Wesley 77 

Tennyson 257 

Mrs. Browning 258 

. St. Bernard 172 

. Moore 78 

. Stennett 173 

. Hart 79 

. Cary 259 

Newton 174 

Watts 175 

. Watts 260 

Montgomery 261 

. Hart 176 

C. Wesley 177 

Colly er 262 

Tennyson 263 

. Seagrave 178 

Toplady 80 

Watts 264 

Edmeston 179 

Grant 81 

Watts 180 

Hervey 181 


Sister Sorrow, sit beside me 

Sinners, turn ; why will ye die . 

Softly fades the twilight ray 

Softly now the light of day 

Sometimes a light s uprises 

Sow in the morn thy seed 

Stand up and bless the Lord . 

Stay, Thou insulted Spirit, stay . 

Sun of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear 

Sun of our life! Thy wakening ray 

Sweet i lay ! so cool, so calm, so bright ' . 

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer 

Sweet is the work, my God, my King 

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing . 

Talk with us, Lord, Thyself reveal 

The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll in fire 

The day is ended. Ere 1 sink to sleep . 

The God of Abraham praise 

The Lord descended from above 

The Lord my pasture shall prepare 

The Lord our God is clothed with might 

The man that looks on glass 

The pangs of death are near .... 

The perfect world by Adam trod 

The praying spirit breathe .... 

The royal banners forward go 

The spacious firmament on high - . 

The thing my God doth hate 

Thee we adore, eternal Name .... 

There is a fountain filled with blood . 

There is a land of pure delight 

There is no Hock, however watched and tended 

There is no name so sweet on earth 

Therefore, friend, I would not if I might . 

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love 

This, this is the God we adore 

Thy cruel crown of thorns . 

Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love . 

Though troubles assail and dangers affright . 

Thus far the Lord hath led me on 

''lis first the true and then the beautiful 

Till I learned to love Thy name . 

To think for aye, to breathe immortal breath 

Try us, God, and search the ground . 

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb 

Vital spark of heavenly flame 

Wake and lift up thyself, my heart 

. Milnes. ... .2(io 

. C. Wesley.... 182 

Smith..... 82 

Donne. • . . • 83 

. Co u-per. ....266 

Montgomery. • • . -267 

Montgomery 268 

. C. Wesley 188 

Kebte. ■ 
Holmes ■ 
. Herbert.-... 2m 


Watts 86 


C. Wesley 87 

Milman 271 


Olivers 27:3 

Sternhold 274 

Addison '275 

White '276 

Herbert '277 

Notker 278 

Willis 279 

C. Wesley. ... 185 

Fortunatus 280 

. Murvell 281 

. C. Wesley 88 

. Walts B9 

Cowper 186 

. Watts 187 

Longfelloiv 282 


. Rossetti 283 

. Doddridge 90 

Hart.... 189 

. Tilt on 284 

. C. Wesley 91 

. Newton 190 

. Watts 191 

Bona/-. . 

Alice Vary 192 

Alls/ on 286 

C. Wesley 92 

. Watts 287 

Pope. ....288 

. Ken 289 


Watchman, tell us of the night . 
We know, by faith we know 
We sat down and wept by the waters 
Welcome, delightful morn 
Welcome, Bweet day of rest 
What glory gilds the sacred page 
What various hindrances we meet .. 
When all Thy mercies. my God . 
When for eternal worlds we steer 
When I can read my title clear 
When I consider how my light is spent 
When I survey the wondrous cross 
Wheu Jordan hush'd his waters still 
When languor and disease invade . 
Wheu marshaled on the nightly plain 
Wheu on Sinai's top I see 
Wheu this passing world is done 
When through the torn sail the wild tempest 
■rung ...... 

While Thee I seek, protecting Power 
Whilst the careless world is sleeping 
Why do we mourn departing friends 
Why should we start, and fear to die 
should the children of a King . 

- clouds encompassed round 
With joy we meditate the grace 
Without haste ! without rest 
Without Thy presence earth gives no refection 

Bowring 193 

c. m 

. Bur on 291 

. Hayward 93 

. Watts 94 

Cotoper 95 

. Cow per 194 

. Allison 96 


Watts 396 

. Milton '292 

Watts 97 


citj 294 

. White.. 

Murray. . 

H Vr. 297 
vms. 9? 

. Watts. . . 19S 

Watts 199 

. Watts. . 99 

. C. Wesley. 100 

. W 
Quarles. . .